Ebele would shrug, dusting her hands off. She didn't mind pushing or camping, though the latter seemed to be the logical choice when T'chal'fronack'zcinicker and Reghys make their case. She was ready to listen. "I'll fit training in before a meal and then take first watch." The monk would add.
"Kerric, if you don't mind, the night looks dry, and the cover over the bear cage should keep the wind out. I'd rather we stop and carry on tomorrow, than push through into the night."
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Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
"I'm fine with whatever the majority vote is," Hawke says, hands up in surrender. "The night looked to be pretty dry in my forecast. Dunno if the morning will be kind to us though. Just let me know what the plan is and I'll move the wagon to get it off the road."
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
"With it getting dark, let's just find a defensible place off the road to set up camp. If we can find a dry patch of ground for the wagon, that will make it easier to get moving in the morning," suggests Kerric, looking around for a suitable place to set up camp.
Survival: 4
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker gives Kerric some HELP. (Feel free to roll the advantage...)
Kerric:
"Maybe the middle of the road wasn't the best place to set up camp, even if it had good visibility," thought Kerric, once T'chal'fronack'zcinicker provides his consultation...
Survival: 18
"Yes, yes, the low-lying ground with the most water will make the best place for camp, that's it for sure!"
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker concurs, pointing at a large puddle surrounded by mud. "It's surely the most cover we'll find here. And...the water will drain off quickly enough while we sleep."
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Reghys chuckles: "Well, I'll be sleeping in the wagon, if that's alright with you..."
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Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Ebele would let out a chuff of amusement before actually letting out a bit of a chuckle to herself as she'd listen to the going ons. Now that their camping site was confirmed, she'd pad around the area, and as she would, she'd kick rocks as she went. Occasionally she'd stop to listen for Hawke's movements in case she'd offend the man. The half elf would scope out the landscape in case someone may have been watching them, for the best place for her to train, and to set up her watch for the evening. The monk would keep her ears actively listening for the others as well as throughout her investigation. It was also just nice to stretch her legs and to catch her breath. She had practically fallen apart back there... over what? Nothing...
The blonde would find a spot beneath a tree. She'd settle herself against it and cross her legs, settling into a lotus position. Ebele would close her eyes behind the mask and inhale. She'd exhale. Inhale. Exhale. She'd fall into a state of meditative breathing, ears and consciousness still aware of the world around her. Simply, only breathing. Inhale. Exhale. The monk was implementing her discipline practice to calm herself and to sort through her emotions and anxieties. This is how she'd interrupt the spiral. Inhale. Exhale. She took great comfort in the company she was fortunate to find herself in. They came together, instead of scattered. They were strong, when she was weak. They protect, instead of coward. And instead of focusing on her fear and the darkness that threatens to consume her, she could focus on the path ahead, alight with new possibilities. Ebele would choose appreciation, casting away the self-doubt. Inhale. Exhale.
Ebele would remain in a calm listening state should Reghys decide to begin their tale.
Eventually, she'd pull herself from her meditative state and pick herself up off the ground. Taking in another breath, she'd 'pan' the group. Placing her hands on her hips, a small smirk would tug at her lips and she'd shake her head. Nah... I won't ask them to do that. The monk would relax her arms down to her side. I'll repeat light of body today... She'd excuse herself for training, moving herself to the flattest area she was able to find on her earlier search.
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Once the campsite is established and Ebele has returned from the training, Reghys looks at all the others: "I guess I owe you all some stories, after all the game was my idea..." Clearing their throat, Reghys begins to lay out each story:
"When I was younger, I was spending my time surrounded by fawns, centaurs and pixies. I was raised within the feywild, as it was my mother's wish to show me the beauty of the natural world.
My parents thought of me as the gods' gift, and my given name was meant to reflect that. Cruel fate though, as my mother died giving birth to me, and too bad that I was never the child my father desperately wished for.
I became a bard, because I saw the power of stories. When I wanted to change, stories allowed me to do just that. Facts were malleable, as long as there was a core of truth to hold up the fiction. My parents tried to stop me from pursuing my path, but I didn't need them anymore and set out on my own."
Deception: 26 or a minimum of 19
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Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
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Kerric:
While air drying himself, then wiping and oiling his blade, Kerric listens to Reghys' stories.
Insight: 16
Kerric almost catches a few hints from the bard's demeanor, but is unsure of the truth. "I'll go with option 1 as the truth, as it seems the most hopeful, and it is the one I personally wish to be true," he says.
Ebele would look thoughtful, listening with full attention. She anticipated Reghys' stories to be challenging, and she could appreciate Kerric's outlook on his choice. A soft smile would tug at her lips for a moment, but then she'd begin chewing her bottom lip as she considered the other options. The monk had tried to recall passing conversations to see if there were hints elsewhere that if she had truly been paying attention, she'd know more about their true story. Come to think of it, Reghys had not said much after she revealed her history. That was a blank slate. And as of the last little bit their energy seemed... dampened? The halfelf knew full well that not all stories were without their wrinkles, or even tears. Was she overthinking things? Probably.
After a good amount of consideration, Ebele would come to her decision. Facts were malleable, as long as there was a core of truth to hold up the fiction. She knew very well that she could be completely wrong, but she felt that there could very well be hints of truth in each of those statements with one of them being most true. "The last one." Although a little somber? now, the blonde believed in Reghys' whimsy and good intentions.
When the group had ultimately decided to settle down for the night, Hawke does as he says he would do and moves the wagon off to the side of the road. He also takes some time with the horses to allow them time to graze before setting them off to get a good night's rest. They had lost some time on the road due to rain, so he hopes they could make more of a dent in their journey tomorrow.
Hawke takes no offense to the rock kicking, having mostly been distracted with the horses, but he does mentally nudge Ebele, telling her with jest heavy in tone, "Rocks have feelin's too, ya know?"
The druid also helps in any setting up of a sort of camp if it looked like it was needed, though opts to take his rest in a nearby tree. He was more comfortable that way anywho. Otherwise he merely watches those who decided to train do so with interest until Reghys begins speaking again. He cups his chin in his hand in thought, then says, "Last one?"
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
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T'chal'fronack'zcinicker insight : 21
He shrugs, "I hope it's not 2, because, that's a depressing story. So I'll pick 1, just to cover our bases and hope you get awarded at least one drink."
Morning comes with no indication of the storm from the night before except for some puddles in the roadway. The sun rises bright and clear with a fall like chill in the air
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker, cold and shivering from sleeping in the damp, takes off his jacket and does a little jog and some jumping jacks to warm his body up. Once done, he leaves he jacket to dry on the edge of the wagon as they get underway, assuming with the mud dried it's no longer stuck.
"I can't wait to get to an Inn, with a fire..." he says as he hops into the wagon seat next to Hawke.
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Starting a small fire with the available fuel and liberal application of his fire bolt cantrip, Kerric heats some water and makes some tea to accompany a breakfast of hard tack and dried berries. Sharing with the others as they desire, he stretches and prepares to move on for the day. "Maybe we'll see a sign of the delegation today, do you think Hawke?" asks the warrior, looking around for any external threats as the group gets moving again in the early morning.
Perception: 23
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
While sleeping on a tree branch wasn’t the most comfortable way to rest, after years of doing it, Hawke got used to the aches and pains it brought. He hops down from his perch and does some stretches prior to joining the others for breakfast. When Kerric says his name, the Druid looks over to him.
“Yeah, I’m hopin’ so. Really not lookin’ forward to a wild goose chase, but I have a feelin’ that’s just how it’s gonna be.” He admits glumly. “Ah, well, I met you kind folk outta it so I guess it’s not too bad.” He shrugs.
Hawke helps with cleaning up camp before heading over to the wagon to check on the horses. When everyone looked all set and ready he sits beside T’chal with the reigns. When the tiefling speaks, he can’t help but chuckle. “Not into the wild life, eh? It ain’t too bad once you get use to it!”
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Reghys takes two sips: "While each of the stories holds some truth, my motivations for becoming a bard are the only true tale of them all." They look over to Ebele, surprised by how well the monk had figured them out, especially given that they had shared very little about themselves. I was raised with a deep appreciation for nature, but although my parents hailed from the Feywild, I have personally never been there. And my mother is still very much alive."
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Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
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Ebele would shrug, dusting her hands off. She didn't mind pushing or camping, though the latter seemed to be the logical choice when T'chal'fronack'zcinicker and Reghys make their case. She was ready to listen. "I'll fit training in before a meal and then take first watch." The monk would add.
just an unstable unicorn.
*the rain has completely stopped, with a bright moon peeking out of the clouds
Laissez les bons temps rouler
"Kerric, if you don't mind, the night looks dry, and the cover over the bear cage should keep the wind out. I'd rather we stop and carry on tomorrow, than push through into the night."
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
"I'm fine with whatever the majority vote is," Hawke says, hands up in surrender. "The night looked to be pretty dry in my forecast. Dunno if the morning will be kind to us though. Just let me know what the plan is and I'll move the wagon to get it off the road."
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Kerric:
"With it getting dark, let's just find a defensible place off the road to set up camp. If we can find a dry patch of ground for the wagon, that will make it easier to get moving in the morning," suggests Kerric, looking around for a suitable place to set up camp.
Survival: 4
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker gives Kerric some HELP. (Feel free to roll the advantage...)
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kerric:
"Maybe the middle of the road wasn't the best place to set up camp, even if it had good visibility," thought Kerric, once T'chal'fronack'zcinicker provides his consultation...
Survival: 18
"Yes, yes, the low-lying ground with the most water will make the best place for camp, that's it for sure!"
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker concurs, pointing at a large puddle surrounded by mud. "It's surely the most cover we'll find here. And...the water will drain off quickly enough while we sleep."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Reghys chuckles: "Well, I'll be sleeping in the wagon, if that's alright with you..."
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Ebele would let out a chuff of amusement before actually letting out a bit of a chuckle to herself as she'd listen to the going ons. Now that their camping site was confirmed, she'd pad around the area, and as she would, she'd kick rocks as she went. Occasionally she'd stop to listen for Hawke's movements in case she'd offend the man. The half elf would scope out the landscape in case someone may have been watching them, for the best place for her to train, and to set up her watch for the evening. The monk would keep her ears actively listening for the others as well as throughout her investigation. It was also just nice to stretch her legs and to catch her breath. She had practically fallen apart back there... over what? Nothing...
The blonde would find a spot beneath a tree. She'd settle herself against it and cross her legs, settling into a lotus position. Ebele would close her eyes behind the mask and inhale. She'd exhale. Inhale. Exhale. She'd fall into a state of meditative breathing, ears and consciousness still aware of the world around her. Simply, only breathing. Inhale. Exhale. The monk was implementing her discipline practice to calm herself and to sort through her emotions and anxieties. This is how she'd interrupt the spiral. Inhale. Exhale. She took great comfort in the company she was fortunate to find herself in. They came together, instead of scattered. They were strong, when she was weak. They protect, instead of coward. And instead of focusing on her fear and the darkness that threatens to consume her, she could focus on the path ahead, alight with new possibilities. Ebele would choose appreciation, casting away the self-doubt. Inhale. Exhale.
Ebele would remain in a calm listening state should Reghys decide to begin their tale.
Eventually, she'd pull herself from her meditative state and pick herself up off the ground. Taking in another breath, she'd 'pan' the group. Placing her hands on her hips, a small smirk would tug at her lips and she'd shake her head. Nah... I won't ask them to do that. The monk would relax her arms down to her side. I'll repeat light of body today... She'd excuse herself for training, moving herself to the flattest area she was able to find on her earlier search.
just an unstable unicorn.
Once the campsite is established and Ebele has returned from the training, Reghys looks at all the others: "I guess I owe you all some stories, after all the game was my idea..." Clearing their throat, Reghys begins to lay out each story:
"When I was younger, I was spending my time surrounded by fawns, centaurs and pixies. I was raised within the feywild, as it was my mother's wish to show me the beauty of the natural world.
My parents thought of me as the gods' gift, and my given name was meant to reflect that. Cruel fate though, as my mother died giving birth to me, and too bad that I was never the child my father desperately wished for.
I became a bard, because I saw the power of stories. When I wanted to change, stories allowed me to do just that. Facts were malleable, as long as there was a core of truth to hold up the fiction. My parents tried to stop me from pursuing my path, but I didn't need them anymore and set out on my own."
Deception: 26 or a minimum of 19
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Kerric:
While air drying himself, then wiping and oiling his blade, Kerric listens to Reghys' stories.
Insight: 16
Kerric almost catches a few hints from the bard's demeanor, but is unsure of the truth. "I'll go with option 1 as the truth, as it seems the most hopeful, and it is the one I personally wish to be true," he says.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Ebele would look thoughtful, listening with full attention. She anticipated Reghys' stories to be challenging, and she could appreciate Kerric's outlook on his choice. A soft smile would tug at her lips for a moment, but then she'd begin chewing her bottom lip as she considered the other options. The monk had tried to recall passing conversations to see if there were hints elsewhere that if she had truly been paying attention, she'd know more about their true story. Come to think of it, Reghys had not said much after she revealed her history. That was a blank slate. And as of the last little bit their energy seemed... dampened? The halfelf knew full well that not all stories were without their wrinkles, or even tears. Was she overthinking things? Probably.
After a good amount of consideration, Ebele would come to her decision. Facts were malleable, as long as there was a core of truth to hold up the fiction. She knew very well that she could be completely wrong, but she felt that there could very well be hints of truth in each of those statements with one of them being most true. "The last one." Although a little somber? now, the blonde believed in Reghys' whimsy and good intentions.
just an unstable unicorn.
When the group had ultimately decided to settle down for the night, Hawke does as he says he would do and moves the wagon off to the side of the road. He also takes some time with the horses to allow them time to graze before setting them off to get a good night's rest. They had lost some time on the road due to rain, so he hopes they could make more of a dent in their journey tomorrow.
Hawke takes no offense to the rock kicking, having mostly been distracted with the horses, but he does mentally nudge Ebele, telling her with jest heavy in tone, "Rocks have feelin's too, ya know?"
The druid also helps in any setting up of a sort of camp if it looked like it was needed, though opts to take his rest in a nearby tree. He was more comfortable that way anywho. Otherwise he merely watches those who decided to train do so with interest until Reghys begins speaking again. He cups his chin in his hand in thought, then says, "Last one?"
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker insight : 21
He shrugs, "I hope it's not 2, because, that's a depressing story. So I'll pick 1, just to cover our bases and hope you get awarded at least one drink."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Once the story is finished....
Morning comes with no indication of the storm from the night before except for some puddles in the roadway. The sun rises bright and clear with a fall like chill in the air
Laissez les bons temps rouler
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker, cold and shivering from sleeping in the damp, takes off his jacket and does a little jog and some jumping jacks to warm his body up. Once done, he leaves he jacket to dry on the edge of the wagon as they get underway, assuming with the mud dried it's no longer stuck.
"I can't wait to get to an Inn, with a fire..." he says as he hops into the wagon seat next to Hawke.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kerric:
Starting a small fire with the available fuel and liberal application of his fire bolt cantrip, Kerric heats some water and makes some tea to accompany a breakfast of hard tack and dried berries. Sharing with the others as they desire, he stretches and prepares to move on for the day. "Maybe we'll see a sign of the delegation today, do you think Hawke?" asks the warrior, looking around for any external threats as the group gets moving again in the early morning.
Perception: 23
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
While sleeping on a tree branch wasn’t the most comfortable way to rest, after years of doing it, Hawke got used to the aches and pains it brought. He hops down from his perch and does some stretches prior to joining the others for breakfast. When Kerric says his name, the Druid looks over to him.
“Yeah, I’m hopin’ so. Really not lookin’ forward to a wild goose chase, but I have a feelin’ that’s just how it’s gonna be.” He admits glumly. “Ah, well, I met you kind folk outta it so I guess it’s not too bad.” He shrugs.
Hawke helps with cleaning up camp before heading over to the wagon to check on the horses. When everyone looked all set and ready he sits beside T’chal with the reigns. When the tiefling speaks, he can’t help but chuckle. “Not into the wild life, eh? It ain’t too bad once you get use to it!”
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
From earlier:
Reghys takes two sips: "While each of the stories holds some truth, my motivations for becoming a bard are the only true tale of them all." They look over to Ebele, surprised by how well the monk had figured them out, especially given that they had shared very little about themselves. I was raised with a deep appreciation for nature, but although my parents hailed from the Feywild, I have personally never been there. And my mother is still very much alive."
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms