You head on a slight uphill angle, emerging into another rocky opening. There is a thin trickle of water across the bottom of the chamber, flowing towards the entrance. Bones, discarded food and small patches of fur litter the floor. Skins and bundles are left strewn about, apparently abandoned by the fleeing trogs. You hear only silence in response to your call.
Night has fallen as you emerge from the cave , the western horizon showing only the faintest light. It was several hour’s walk to the farm, but you should be able to make it before you absolutely have to rest. Someone make me a survival roll to navigate back.
You stride confidently in the direction you think you came from, following the river. After a while, you think maybe you should have found the road by now, so you cut west, (or what you think is west) and you come upon a mound of stacked stones you definitely didn’t spot on your trip out. You double back through a gorse thicket and end up wading into a stagnant pool. Then things get worse. Eventually, at almost midnight, you spot a familiar farmhouse and outbuildings in the distance.
Tired, footsore, covered in mud and far too many other things, Six is extremely grateful to see the farmhouse up ahead. "Oh, thank Avandra," he mutters to himself, shoulders slumping in relief. Even his tail drags the ground as he walks, his fur covered in burs and leaves. "Hopefully they will be willing to let us stay for the rest of the night," he says to the group, yawning widely.
Six grins down at her. "You may have me beat on that level, but I have one word for you: fur," he argues, though good-naturedly, and lifts his tail to wave it slightly, showing off how much of a disgusting mess his fur currently is.
Mobile- “Glad to see you. We began to fear the worst after the sun went down”.
The family matriarch, Intara, calls softly down from the roof of the house. She perches in the shadow of the chimney stack, longbow in hand. You notice she is now clad in leather armour, with a cloak of green and grey blending into the moonlit shadows. Dropping down a rope, she swarms down it with more agility than you might expect from a woman her age.
“Since you're back towing a whole heap of stuff, I take it you had some luck with your hunt?”
"We found your circlet," Six adds, gesturing towards the disk with their findings. "Would you mind terribly if we camped here on the farm for the rest of the night?"
Mobile~ "There were... Complications, around a heathen ritual and a botched transformation." Sinsil says in her most diplomatic tone. (Still harsh and condescending)
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Ashanti pokes her head and torch into the chamber, " Hello?"
Sinsil is going to sit and keep the disk up with rituals
Tristan will stand guard
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Six goes with Ashanti, his shield up and ready.
No Longer ActiveYou head on a slight uphill angle, emerging into another rocky opening. There is a thin trickle of water across the bottom of the chamber, flowing towards the entrance. Bones, discarded food and small patches of fur litter the floor. Skins and bundles are left strewn about, apparently abandoned by the fleeing trogs. You hear only silence in response to your call.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Ashanti half-heartedly kicks a few of the bundles and skins just in case something interesting falls out. Then heads back...
"Well, at least there were no more trogs," Six comments, following her back to the others. "Or...half-dragon cultists, I suppose."
No Longer ActiveSinsil is tapping her foot waiting to leave when the others arrive, when they relay their findings she will just begin walking back the way they came.
Night has fallen as you emerge from the cave , the western horizon showing only the faintest light. It was several hour’s walk to the farm, but you should be able to make it before you absolutely have to rest. Someone make me a survival roll to navigate back.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Survival: 18
(Hopefully it was a DC 10, actually I like being lost, bring on the LOST!)
You stride confidently in the direction you think you came from, following the river. After a while, you think maybe you should have found the road by now, so you cut west, (or what you think is west) and you come upon a mound of stacked stones you definitely didn’t spot on your trip out. You double back through a gorse thicket and end up wading into a stagnant pool. Then things get worse. Eventually, at almost midnight, you spot a familiar farmhouse and outbuildings in the distance.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Tired, footsore, covered in mud and far too many other things, Six is extremely grateful to see the farmhouse up ahead. "Oh, thank Avandra," he mutters to himself, shoulders slumping in relief. Even his tail drags the ground as he walks, his fur covered in burs and leaves. "Hopefully they will be willing to let us stay for the rest of the night," he says to the group, yawning widely.
No Longer Active"You think you have it bad? Try being three feet tall." Sinsil says still scraping mud from her shaven head.
Six grins down at her. "You may have me beat on that level, but I have one word for you: fur," he argues, though good-naturedly, and lifts his tail to wave it slightly, showing off how much of a disgusting mess his fur currently is.
No Longer ActiveAshanti hung her head, " I'm definitely better at this at sea."
" Still, we're here now."
She called out to the farmhouse as they approached.
Mobile- “Glad to see you. We began to fear the worst after the sun went down”.
The family matriarch, Intara, calls softly down from the roof of the house. She perches in the shadow of the chimney stack, longbow in hand. You notice she is now clad in leather armour, with a cloak of green and grey blending into the moonlit shadows. Dropping down a rope, she swarms down it with more agility than you might expect from a woman her age.
“Since you're back towing a whole heap of stuff, I take it you had some luck with your hunt?”
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
" Kinda....."
"We found your circlet," Six adds, gesturing towards the disk with their findings. "Would you mind terribly if we camped here on the farm for the rest of the night?"
No Longer ActiveMobile~ "There were... Complications, around a heathen ritual and a botched transformation." Sinsil says in her most diplomatic tone. (Still harsh and condescending)