As the sun sinks slowly behind you, staining the sky in orange and red, Hargrim Sparkjaw stands on the back of the lead wagon and bellows "GET THOSE HORSES MOVING! WE WANT TO BE IN BLADEGARDEN BEFORE WINTER, YOU KNOW!" Your employer softens his usual scowl a fraction, and adds- "YOU LOT GET US TO THE CITY BEFORE NIGHTFALL, AND THE FIRST ROUND'S ON ME!" some of the other wagoners perk up, and begin urging the animals towards the walled city in the distance with more enthusiasm.
You have been travelling with the black-bearded dwarven haulier for about a week, and know him to be tough but reasonable. As the laden wagons bump along the rutted road, you look around at your travelling companions...
“We’ll hold you to that!” Brona calls over, cupping her hands over her mouth to amplify her baritone voice, a faint smile turning up the corners of her mouth. Turning around, she took in the sky behind her. Out of habit she measures the distance between the fading sun and the horizon. No time to waste, not with a free round on the line. Facing the group, she spoke in a lower tone, “He reminds me of more than a few captains I’ve sailed under.”
As the cart next to her began to move she quickly snatches her pack off it. "Final stretch now. Should we each pick a wagon to guard? It would keep us spread out among the caravan."
"I'll take this one." Sinsil says patting the nearest wagon before struggling to climb in board. She will cast prestidigitation to clean her robes before sitting comfortably on the tailgate and setting up to cast a ritual unseen servant
“We’ll hold you to that!” Brona calls over, cupping her hands over her mouth to amplify her baritone voice, a faint smile turning up the corners of her mouth. Turning around, she took in the sky behind her. Out of habit she measures the distance between the fading sun and the horizon. No time to waste, not with a free round on the line. Facing the group, she spoke in a lower tone, “He reminds me of more than a few captains I’ve sailed under.”
As the cart next to her began to move she quickly snatches her pack off it. "Final stretch now. Should we each pick a wagon to guard? It would keep us spread out among the caravan."
Ashanti smiled at Brona, her white teeth standing out against her dark skin, her voluminous dark hair held back by a wide leather band. She liked Brona, they had the sea in common.
" Reminds me of my uncle....not so much in the height department."
She nods at the others and says, "I'll go to the cart behind Hargrim's. Soon enough we'll be enjoying the comforts of another job done."Shouldering her pack she made her way up to the cart trailing Hargrim's. She kept pace with the cart, pulling her mace free of the bindings that attached it to her pack. She continues forward, eyes flickering back and forth across the land beyond the road.
The wagon caravan continues to wind its way through the foothills leading to the fortress city. How will each of you help the drivers pick up the pace?
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Ashanti chatted to the driver as the wagon moved, she didn't know enough about them or draught animals to be of any use...in the end she started singing an old song of hunting, of a lass who mistook a shadow for a shark and found a sahuagin on the end of her lance. Whether it roused the drivers to anything other than telling her to shut up was up to them.
{Well, with her proficiency in survival she could scout the road ahead for hazards. She's spent time on boats, so she might be used to listening to the creaks and movement of a wooden vessel, checking for unusual rattles or groans that could turn into a problem. If she has rations, she could spear something on the end of her lance and hold it up to motivate the horses, or make a wager with another wagon driver they can be the first ones to the gates. Don't worry too much about suggesting any courses of action not strictly covered by the rules, I will roll with most anything not obviously insane or impossible :D }
The Driver of your wagon grins at you Ashanti as he enjoys the song. As you finish the final verse, he adds, "If it's music you like, the Armoured Boar is the Inn for you. Old Tormann seems to know all the best bards this side of the Marrow Valley, and come to think of it, his cellar's not half bad too. C'mon, lets go get our pay and start spending it!" He clucks his tongue at the horses, who begin to move into a trot. Nice work!
Tristan, you move to the front of the column and begin scouting the area. Give me your choice of Perception or Survival, and can you describe where he is in relation to the others, eg. riding on the lead wagon, running ahead etc.
Brona walks back over to the cart behind Hargrim's and pulls herself up to sit next to the driver. "I'm sure you heard what Hargrim said about the merits of making it to Bladegarden before the sun sets. I just thought I'd mention that even though he's taken the liberty of offering a first round, if you get this cart past the gates by then, your second round is on me."
Giving the driver a grin, she hops down off the cart and turns to face the driver, "I'm Brona, just find me if whatever tavern we end up in." She moves back to her position walking along the cart a few meters away and resumes her survey of the surrounding area.
The driver, a gangly youth with a shock of ginger hair, goes bright red and starts stuttering. "Uh Y-Yes ma'am, right away!" He cracks his whip above the heads of the horses and shouts as manfully as he can; "lets get these wagons moving!" his voice hardly cracks at all.
The column begins to pick up the pace, cantering towards the city.
I like it. Your unseen servant bustles around tidying the wagon, and inadvertently secures a few loose packing straps that were about to send a stack of packages off the back of the fast moving vehicle.
I like it. Your unseen servant bustles around tidying the wagon, and inadvertently secures a few loose packing straps that were about to send a stack of packages off the back of the fast moving vehicle.
And none will be the wiser
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As the sun sinks slowly behind you, staining the sky in orange and red, Hargrim Sparkjaw stands on the back of the lead wagon and bellows "GET THOSE HORSES MOVING! WE WANT TO BE IN BLADEGARDEN BEFORE WINTER, YOU KNOW!" Your employer softens his usual scowl a fraction, and adds- "YOU LOT GET US TO THE CITY BEFORE NIGHTFALL, AND THE FIRST ROUND'S ON ME!" some of the other wagoners perk up, and begin urging the animals towards the walled city in the distance with more enthusiasm.
You have been travelling with the black-bearded dwarven haulier for about a week, and know him to be tough but reasonable. As the laden wagons bump along the rutted road, you look around at your travelling companions...
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
“We’ll hold you to that!” Brona calls over, cupping her hands over her mouth to amplify her baritone voice, a faint smile turning up the corners of her mouth. Turning around, she took in the sky behind her. Out of habit she measures the distance between the fading sun and the horizon. No time to waste, not with a free round on the line. Facing the group, she spoke in a lower tone, “He reminds me of more than a few captains I’ve sailed under.”
As the cart next to her began to move she quickly snatches her pack off it. "Final stretch now. Should we each pick a wagon to guard? It would keep us spread out among the caravan."
Mobile~
"I'll take this one." Sinsil says patting the nearest wagon before struggling to climb in board. She will cast prestidigitation to clean her robes before sitting comfortably on the tailgate and setting up to cast a ritual unseen servant
Ashanti smiled at Brona, her white teeth standing out against her dark skin, her voluminous dark hair held back by a wide leather band. She liked Brona, they had the sea in common.
" Reminds me of my uncle....not so much in the height department."
" I can take the rear one."
~mobile
lighting a smoking reed, Tristan looks around. "interestin' folks around" he mutters to himself.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
She nods at the others and says, "I'll go to the cart behind Hargrim's. Soon enough we'll be enjoying the comforts of another job done." Shouldering her pack she made her way up to the cart trailing Hargrim's. She kept pace with the cart, pulling her mace free of the bindings that attached it to her pack. She continues forward, eyes flickering back and forth across the land beyond the road.
The wagon caravan continues to wind its way through the foothills leading to the fortress city. How will each of you help the drivers pick up the pace?
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Ashanti chatted to the driver as the wagon moved, she didn't know enough about them or draught animals to be of any use...in the end she started singing an old song of hunting, of a lass who mistook a shadow for a shark and found a sahuagin on the end of her lance. Whether it roused the drivers to anything other than telling her to shut up was up to them.
Performance: 2
{Well, with her proficiency in survival she could scout the road ahead for hazards. She's spent time on boats, so she might be used to listening to the creaks and movement of a wooden vessel, checking for unusual rattles or groans that could turn into a problem. If she has rations, she could spear something on the end of her lance and hold it up to motivate the horses, or make a wager with another wagon driver they can be the first ones to the gates. Don't worry too much about suggesting any courses of action not strictly covered by the rules, I will roll with most anything not obviously insane or impossible :D }
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Tristan has been scouting, and looking for hazards.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
The Driver of your wagon grins at you Ashanti as he enjoys the song. As you finish the final verse, he adds, "If it's music you like, the Armoured Boar is the Inn for you. Old Tormann seems to know all the best bards this side of the Marrow Valley, and come to think of it, his cellar's not half bad too. C'mon, lets go get our pay and start spending it!" He clucks his tongue at the horses, who begin to move into a trot. Nice work!
Tristan, you move to the front of the column and begin scouting the area. Give me your choice of Perception or Survival, and can you describe where he is in relation to the others, eg. riding on the lead wagon, running ahead etc.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Cecile hops in the second to last cart, and begins watching all sides, keeping a lookout for potential ambushes, particularly from the rear.
Sebastian Silvertongue
Cecil Conray
Cool cool, make me a perception check!
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Perception: 6
Sebastian Silvertongue
Cecil Conray
You gaze into the deepening shadows of twilight, letting your senses spread out over the rolling countryside. It looks like all is quiet and still...
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Brona walks back over to the cart behind Hargrim's and pulls herself up to sit next to the driver. "I'm sure you heard what Hargrim said about the merits of making it to Bladegarden before the sun sets. I just thought I'd mention that even though he's taken the liberty of offering a first round, if you get this cart past the gates by then, your second round is on me."
Giving the driver a grin, she hops down off the cart and turns to face the driver, "I'm Brona, just find me if whatever tavern we end up in." She moves back to her position walking along the cart a few meters away and resumes her survey of the surrounding area.
The driver, a gangly youth with a shock of ginger hair, goes bright red and starts stuttering. "Uh Y-Yes ma'am, right away!" He cracks his whip above the heads of the horses and shouts as manfully as he can; "lets get these wagons moving!" his voice hardly cracks at all.
The column begins to pick up the pace, cantering towards the city.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Sinsil after finishing her spell she will send her unseen servant into the wagon to keep things tidy as they race toward Bladgarden.
I like it. Your unseen servant bustles around tidying the wagon, and inadvertently secures a few loose packing straps that were about to send a stack of packages off the back of the fast moving vehicle.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
And none will be the wiser