As Wolfsong speaks to Robwin, he responds, troubled and confused, looking down and not catching Wolfsong’s eyes: “When they spoke... I heard the fear in their voice. They had cubs, elders....... This was no raiding party. A family..... You would not have felt good about this hunt brother...”.
He looks up into Wolfsongs eyes now, “But I do share your concern...... Hmmm.... if it isn’t this group that returns, what about the next one? Or goblins? Or the dragon??!... ..... If there are survivors here, they’ll either have to fortify this place or come back to the village”.
As Wolfsong walks away to help with the bodies, Robwin calls after him, conflicted, “I’m sorry........”.
Id like to search the wardrobe and large room more thoroughly
TT: The wardrobe itself has a false bottom. There is a well cared for chain mail in it. Among the bunched up and musky smelling bedding around the foot of the bed are several rough geods and gems.
TT will take the Chain Mail down to the group and show them "This is a fine piece of work, its not something I can use. Also found some rough gems. Hows things looking down here now, any signs of the owners?"
Rinn hangs over the side of the well to get a good look as far down as possible (Perception: 19). Once done with the well, Rinn makes his way to the cellar door, slowly and quietly trying to open them just in case there are more orcs downstairs (Stealth: 27 and Sleight of Hand: 22).
Rinn: You don't see anything off with the well. Dark vision only goes so far, but it seems fine.
When working with the cellar doors, they're a bit heavy, but you manage to open them without a sound. There is a dark stairwell leading down into the cellar.
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Rinn looks around to see if he can make out any of the party nearby, otherwise listens out for their movements through the house (Perception: 21). If he thinks that he can make anyone out, he sends a message that he is planning to enter the cellar and that they should join him, then once sent, he makes his way slowly and carefully into the cellar.
One of the hazards of being such a young Elf, you know or remember so much yet are often physically or mentally not prepared to execute.
As you go to cast message you realize you don't have the copper wire you need. You reach for your component pouch and realize that was a dream memory. You don't have one. No matter, you can pinch one from someone or buy one soon. You certainly have the funds now. Just need to collect.
You make your way cautiously into the cellar down the stone stairs to find a dirt floor, walls of mortared stone, and an eight-foot-high plank ceiling braced by wooden pillars. Shelves along the walls are lined with skulls made of butter and protected by a thin coating of wax. Against a wood pillar closest to the southwest side, diagonally furthest from you, is a large figure with something rolled and tied into their mouth like an over sized bit and a covering through over their shoulders. From the way they're slumped, you assume they're tired to the pillar either unconscious or dead.
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Robwin will take a few minutes, while everyone else is checking the perimeter and searching around the property, to ritually cast detect magic.
At first he closes his eyes, and reaches out with his hands, to feel for the familiar sensation of the weave of magic around him. He chants the ancient, elvish, arcane words. And his fingers trace the lines of the weave through the air: sometimes like strings all lining up and flowing in one direction; sometimes creating patterns and spirals; sometimes culminating in tight knots; or gaps completely void of magic.
The fabric of the magical weave around him now feels pretty normal, a few wrinkles here and there. As he finishes the ritual, his eyes seem to have a slight, oily-film across them: reflecting swirling rainbow-patterns, as he turns to looks this way and that.
Once the ritual is cast, he will do a quick tour of the building to see if he can find anything that the others could not. He’s looking for anything magical of course, but also any papers or books.
Robwin: The armor TT brought to the dinning area humms with a magical aura. Searching the messy office you find a small sack buried under the paperwork containing lots of coin. In one of the south side rancher bunks, you find a scroll emitting a transmutation aura. It is clear to you whoever had this previously had no idea what it really was.
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Once the ritual is cast, and Robwin notices the armour glowing, he will tell TT, and anyone else nearby, that it is magical.
”Oh my!” he says, “That armour looks rather special!... It’s definitely magical. Unfortunately I haven’t perfected the spells needed, to identify its properties,... yet!... But I could still maybe take a look later...”. He gives everyone a big smile before searching the rest of the house.
He takes the bag of coin and pockets it, to count and share with the group later ((can I have a coin count now so I can put it in his inventory?)).
And at the scroll, he stops, and wonders at it. He looks it all over to see if he can deduce what it is exactly, or what it might do...
((@Growbert total of 3 pp, 37 gp, 83 sp, and 87 cp ... Robwin will need a long rest {communing with magic} to learn identify which he can then use as a ritual without spell slot to understand the scroll and the armor; one cast each.))
Robwin is overjoyed at finding a magical scroll! But a quick glance suggests it would take more study to understand exactly what it’s all about.
He rolls it up and places it in his scroll case, which he wears like a scabbard, or a holster, hanging from his belt and strapped to his right thigh, for quick access.
"Magic armor seems a strange find on a ranch, I can only hope the owner used it for good deeds. Perhaps Eli can use this." To Blaire "I did a quick on the inside where I was able, did you find Rinn?"
After stacking the bodies in a heap outside, Ikki returns to the house to collect one or two to help him search the rest of the grounds when he finds some of the party huddled around a found piece of armor. He clicks his beak a few times, a scowl coloring his face. "Thieves? Am I in league with *click* thieves?" He holds his spear in his hand vertically and pointed at the ceiling, but curls his fingers around it as if to draw their eyes toward the weapon as a warning.
Rinn creeps closer to the bound figure. He holds a finger to his lips for quiet then removes the gag, but leaves the bindings. "The orcs seem to have run off. You're safe for the moment. What's your name?"
Blaire to TT: "He stayed to look around check the bodies out north of the pond. That dark vision of theirs is something. I would have expected him back by now, but cannot imagine him in harms way again. Maybe we should start looking for him."
Eli to Ikki: "Hold friend. I think you are misunderstanding the situation. We are still invested in finding any survivors. TT showing us what she found so far is all."
Rinn:
((Your convention in the cellar is happening about the same time as those but you cannot hear them as the cellar is largely under the kitchen.))
You see the bulky figure startle awake. He listened and nods.
After you remove the gag, he struggles but speaks, "Name's Kalazorn. This is my ranch. Can you get me off this post? What about my hands? I had five regular and three seasonal. Did you find any of them? They stripped me of everything."
The human male is in an awful state. You gather the mix of waste would smell unbearable if it weren't so cold down here.
When Blaire gets back, she will ask if anyone has searched around the house perimeter?
Id like to search the wardrobe and large room more thoroughly
Rinn would have done a once around the house as he collected arrows and searched the orcs.
As Wolfsong speaks to Robwin, he responds, troubled and confused, looking down and not catching Wolfsong’s eyes: “When they spoke... I heard the fear in their voice. They had cubs, elders....... This was no raiding party. A family..... You would not have felt good about this hunt brother...”.
He looks up into Wolfsongs eyes now, “But I do share your concern...... Hmmm.... if it isn’t this group that returns, what about the next one? Or goblins? Or the dragon??!... ..... If there are survivors here, they’ll either have to fortify this place or come back to the village”.
As Wolfsong walks away to help with the bodies, Robwin calls after him, conflicted, “I’m sorry........”.
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
There is a well in the northeast of the back of the ranch house. There is an outdoor set of celler/basement doors in the back of the ranch house.
TT: The wardrobe itself has a false bottom. There is a well cared for chain mail in it. Among the bunched up and musky smelling bedding around the foot of the bed are several rough geods and gems.
TT will take the Chain Mail down to the group and show them "This is a fine piece of work, its not something I can use. Also found some rough gems. Hows things looking down here now, any signs of the owners?"
Rinn hangs over the side of the well to get a good look as far down as possible (Perception: 19). Once done with the well, Rinn makes his way to the cellar door, slowly and quietly trying to open them just in case there are more orcs downstairs (Stealth: 27 and Sleight of Hand: 22).
Rinn: You don't see anything off with the well. Dark vision only goes so far, but it seems fine.
When working with the cellar doors, they're a bit heavy, but you manage to open them without a sound. There is a dark stairwell leading down into the cellar.
Rinn looks around to see if he can make out any of the party nearby, otherwise listens out for their movements through the house (Perception: 21). If he thinks that he can make anyone out, he sends a message that he is planning to enter the cellar and that they should join him, then once sent, he makes his way slowly and carefully into the cellar.
Rinn:
One of the hazards of being such a young Elf, you know or remember so much yet are often physically or mentally not prepared to execute.
As you go to cast message you realize you don't have the copper wire you need. You reach for your component pouch and realize that was a dream memory. You don't have one. No matter, you can pinch one from someone or buy one soon. You certainly have the funds now. Just need to collect.
You make your way cautiously into the cellar down the stone stairs to find a dirt floor, walls of mortared stone, and an eight-foot-high plank ceiling braced by wooden pillars. Shelves along the walls are lined with skulls made of butter and protected by a thin coating of wax. Against a wood pillar closest to the southwest side, diagonally furthest from you, is a large figure with something rolled and tied into their mouth like an over sized bit and a covering through over their shoulders. From the way they're slumped, you assume they're tired to the pillar either unconscious or dead.
Robwin will take a few minutes, while everyone else is checking the perimeter and searching around the property, to ritually cast detect magic.
At first he closes his eyes, and reaches out with his hands, to feel for the familiar sensation of the weave of magic around him. He chants the ancient, elvish, arcane words. And his fingers trace the lines of the weave through the air: sometimes like strings all lining up and flowing in one direction; sometimes creating patterns and spirals; sometimes culminating in tight knots; or gaps completely void of magic.
The fabric of the magical weave around him now feels pretty normal, a few wrinkles here and there. As he finishes the ritual, his eyes seem to have a slight, oily-film across them: reflecting swirling rainbow-patterns, as he turns to looks this way and that.
Once the ritual is cast, he will do a quick tour of the building to see if he can find anything that the others could not. He’s looking for anything magical of course, but also any papers or books.
Investigation check (if needed): 18 (passive 15)
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
Robwin: The armor TT brought to the dinning area humms with a magical aura. Searching the messy office you find a small sack buried under the paperwork containing lots of coin. In one of the south side rancher bunks, you find a scroll emitting a transmutation aura. It is clear to you whoever had this previously had no idea what it really was.
Once the ritual is cast, and Robwin notices the armour glowing, he will tell TT, and anyone else nearby, that it is magical.
”Oh my!” he says, “That armour looks rather special!... It’s definitely magical. Unfortunately I haven’t perfected the spells needed, to identify its properties,... yet!... But I could still maybe take a look later...”. He gives everyone a big smile before searching the rest of the house.
He takes the bag of coin and pockets it, to count and share with the group later ((can I have a coin count now so I can put it in his inventory?)).
And at the scroll, he stops, and wonders at it. He looks it all over to see if he can deduce what it is exactly, or what it might do...
Arcana check (if needed): 18 (passive 15)
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
((@Growbert total of 3 pp, 37 gp, 83 sp, and 87 cp ... Robwin will need a long rest {communing with magic} to learn identify which he can then use as a ritual without spell slot to understand the scroll and the armor; one cast each.))
Robwin is overjoyed at finding a magical scroll! But a quick glance suggests it would take more study to understand exactly what it’s all about.
He rolls it up and places it in his scroll case, which he wears like a scabbard, or a holster, hanging from his belt and strapped to his right thigh, for quick access.
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
"Magic armor seems a strange find on a ranch, I can only hope the owner used it for good deeds. Perhaps Eli can use this." To Blaire "I did a quick on the inside where I was able, did you find Rinn?"
After stacking the bodies in a heap outside, Ikki returns to the house to collect one or two to help him search the rest of the grounds when he finds some of the party huddled around a found piece of armor. He clicks his beak a few times, a scowl coloring his face. "Thieves? Am I in league with *click* thieves?" He holds his spear in his hand vertically and pointed at the ceiling, but curls his fingers around it as if to draw their eyes toward the weapon as a warning.
Rinn creeps closer to the bound figure. He holds a finger to his lips for quiet then removes the gag, but leaves the bindings. "The orcs seem to have run off. You're safe for the moment. What's your name?"
Blaire to TT: "He stayed to look around check the bodies out north of the pond. That dark vision of theirs is something. I would have expected him back by now, but cannot imagine him in harms way again. Maybe we should start looking for him."
Eli to Ikki: "Hold friend. I think you are misunderstanding the situation. We are still invested in finding any survivors. TT showing us what she found so far is all."
Rinn:
((Your convention in the cellar is happening about the same time as those but you cannot hear them as the cellar is largely under the kitchen.))
You see the bulky figure startle awake. He listened and nods.
After you remove the gag, he struggles but speaks, "Name's Kalazorn. This is my ranch. Can you get me off this post? What about my hands? I had five regular and three seasonal. Did you find any of them? They stripped me of everything."
The human male is in an awful state. You gather the mix of waste would smell unbearable if it weren't so cold down here.