" Ok guess I'll go to my room then... " Mislaia walks up to the room provided and walks in before thinking about the days events and finally going to sleep
“Sister Mary Anne lead them inside.” Mad Eye Joe told the matron quietly whilst she came to help him calm down and the three words you hear behind you before you make it down the stairs is “But she’s dead...”
(are you ready to return to the tavern?)
Sora has been thinking over the whole visit to the sanatorium, and her brain finally processes what she heard as they left. "Hold up, Mislaia, Galqarin. Did that matron say Sister Mary Anne was dead? Did we get led into that place by a ghost? This whole town is nuts!" She shakes her head. Then she turns to the whole group, "Okay, before any of you go to bed, I just want to know: are any of you ghosts?" She starts going around poking people to check whether they are insubstantial, muttering to herself, "I didn't realize this was something a person needs to check."
Once she is satisfied, she is ready to take her own key and retire to her room. Once there, Sora locks the door and walks around the room with a small bell and silver thread, casting Alarm as a ritual.
(Truth be told I just added that bit to give a nod to the sixth sense 😂 but I’m really glad you’re enjoying yourself Kar! it’s been really fun for me telling you guys this story, stay tuned for the narrator’s tip as that will mark the next chapter and should come up very soon)
Not having the energy for his usual precautions, Chain simply spreadsa bag of caltrops at the door behind him as he enters and flops down on the bed, falling asleep almost instantly.
> " Okay but I don't think Sora has the capacity to do evil... Sorry Sora. Mislaia states
(Actually, Galqarin was meaning don't necessarily trust Joe, his riddle could be referring to himself and Joe could be the wailing warrior - but the misunderstanding fits with Galqarin's limited communication style!)
Finding himself last man standing, Galqarin picks the remaining key and heads up to his room. It takes some attempts to find which door the key fits in, but once inside, he settles himself comfortably underneath the bed and is soon snoring gently, his mind flitting between images of the sanitarium and his own past upbringing.
> (Actually, Galqarin was meaning don't necessarily trust Joe, his riddle could be referring to himself and Joe could be the wailing warrior - but the misunderstanding fits with Galqarin's limited communication style!)
( Okay then... I thought you meant Sora and not Joe... But Oh Well. )
> Not having the energy for his usual precautions, Chain simply spreads a bag of caltrops at the door behind him as he enters and flops down on the bed, falling asleep almost instantly.
(That could end badly when, after the skinful he's had, he needs to get up in the night to use the chamber pot...)
Vishaal sees his way to his room, unsure of what is to come. He mutters to himself once in the room. "Amber's dead, forest is haunted, and Gods only know what happened in the sanitorium. This spells a certain bit of doom if we are not careful." Then he goes to bed.
“In a world of uncertainties nothing is as it seems, friend to foe, foe to friend. almost nothing is as it seems and many times over things are exactly as they seem, but perhaps our companies should look at the cruelness of man as much as they look at the cruelness of the supernatural, man can be just as monstrous and often are the same side of the coin. However remember this wise old quote from someone far wiser than this old raven “Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains however improbable, must be the truth.” But again that is only ONE side of the coin.” And with a ruffle of feathers and an echoing caw, he flies from his branch and will be seen again soon come some point in the next chapter.
> (Actually, Galqarin was meaning don't necessarily trust Joe, his riddle could be referring to himself and Joe could be the wailing warrior - but the misunderstanding fits with Galqarin's limited communication style!)
( Okay then... I thought you meant Sora and not Joe... But Oh Well. )
(I thought it was a funny interpretation! It could go either way, lol! Who knows what kind of vulture Sora is?)
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DM: Into the Feywild Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Dumbarton by day was a very peaceful town where one could make an honest living, on the surface it would appear to be a gold mine for all those who looked for work and people were kind to each other, what unsuspecting visitors didn’t know is that this was a complete disguise, many times over have people died, went mad or gone missing and it just been swept under the carpet and hidden away as one of the many town secrets. Amber Ermitage was one of many to die at the hands of the dry forest, but she most like the town was beautiful and joyous on the outside but rotten to the core, a daughter who committed her own father to the sanatorium based on what terrors he saw in the woods and decided to eventually pretend that she had no affiliations with the man, Dumbarton had a way of making the warmest of hearts eventually cold and all that seen on the surface is not the truth. Smoke and mirrors, cloak and dagger this was but one example of the townspeople, though who seem genuine may actually be genuine and it comes to pot luck when you’re considering survival in this town, thus a one bustling utopia becomes a dark and twisted realm of many possibilities and many conclusions. Not all that glitters is gold and a man may wear many faces in this town. Though this is the way perhaps our champions may find a way to save the day as sunlight trickles in through the gaps in the curtains and wash over them, announcing a new day and a new chapter that has began.
(welcome to the next level, I’ll allow you to free roam in the tavern and discuss the last before we get this show on the move)
Chain wakes up with a start, almost flinging himself off the bed in process. It takes him a second to remember where he is, and he begrudgingly stands up, carefully gathers the caltrops back into the bag where they belong, and heads to the main area to have some breakfast and wait for the rest of his impromptu group to join him. It's time to talk strategy.
Galqarin awakes feeling more alive than he has ever felt before, as if his limbs are infused with a new vigour. He rolls out from underneath the bed to see the vestige of the night overtaken by the new dawn.
Mister Joe had called them a "band of brothers". For the first time ever, Galqarin feels a sense of belonging.
Galqarin waits patiently until he hears the scrape of a door and heavy boots on wood outside, before heading to the taproom to join Chain in breaking his fast.
Mislaia wakes up after hearing boots outside and a bugbear. " Gods, there's never enough time to sleep. " Mislaia says before heading to the taproom to join the others
"Mister Joe think we'd be fatter, or giant maybe. He say fog come, then Wailing Warrior come. Mislaia has rune stone from Mister Joe. We should no eat fog. Or golden vultures. But especially no eat fog. Not frog, fog."
On balance, Galqarin is unsure about the whole frog/fog thing. He privately resolves to be wary of either.
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" Ok guess I'll go to my room then... " Mislaia walks up to the room provided and walks in before thinking about the days events and finally going to sleep
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
Sora has been thinking over the whole visit to the sanatorium, and her brain finally processes what she heard as they left. "Hold up, Mislaia, Galqarin. Did that matron say Sister Mary Anne was dead? Did we get led into that place by a ghost? This whole town is nuts!" She shakes her head. Then she turns to the whole group, "Okay, before any of you go to bed, I just want to know: are any of you ghosts?" She starts going around poking people to check whether they are insubstantial, muttering to herself, "I didn't realize this was something a person needs to check."
Once she is satisfied, she is ready to take her own key and retire to her room. Once there, Sora locks the door and walks around the room with a small bell and silver thread, casting Alarm as a ritual.
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
(Woot! Woot! This has been great, Bri! I love the characters and the setting and the riddles!)
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
(Truth be told I just added that bit to give a nod to the sixth sense 😂 but I’m really glad you’re enjoying yourself Kar! it’s been really fun for me telling you guys this story, stay tuned for the narrator’s tip as that will mark the next chapter and should come up very soon)
she / they
Not having the energy for his usual precautions, Chain simply spreadsa bag of caltrops at the door behind him as he enters and flops down on the bed, falling asleep almost instantly.
> " Okay but I don't think Sora has the capacity to do evil... Sorry Sora. Mislaia states
(Actually, Galqarin was meaning don't necessarily trust Joe, his riddle could be referring to himself and Joe could be the wailing warrior - but the misunderstanding fits with Galqarin's limited communication style!)
Finding himself last man standing, Galqarin picks the remaining key and heads up to his room. It takes some attempts to find which door the key fits in, but once inside, he settles himself comfortably underneath the bed and is soon snoring gently, his mind flitting between images of the sanitarium and his own past upbringing.
> (Actually, Galqarin was meaning don't necessarily trust Joe, his riddle could be referring to himself and Joe could be the wailing warrior - but the misunderstanding fits with Galqarin's limited communication style!)
( Okay then... I thought you meant Sora and not Joe... But Oh Well. )
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
> Not having the energy for his usual precautions, Chain simply spreads a bag of caltrops at the door behind him as he enters and flops down on the bed, falling asleep almost instantly.
(That could end badly when, after the skinful he's had, he needs to get up in the night to use the chamber pot...)
carlos goes to bed, after muttering a protective incantation
Rogue Shadow, the DM (and occasional) PC with schemes of inventive thinking
Vishaal sees his way to his room, unsure of what is to come. He mutters to himself once in the room. "Amber's dead, forest is haunted, and Gods only know what happened in the sanitorium. This spells a certain bit of doom if we are not careful." Then he goes to bed.
“In a world of uncertainties nothing is as it seems, friend to foe, foe to friend. almost nothing is as it seems and many times over things are exactly as they seem, but perhaps our companies should look at the cruelness of man as much as they look at the cruelness of the supernatural, man can be just as monstrous and often are the same side of the coin. However remember this wise old quote from someone far wiser than this old raven “Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains however improbable, must be the truth.” But again that is only ONE side of the coin.” And with a ruffle of feathers and an echoing caw, he flies from his branch and will be seen again soon come some point in the next chapter.
she / they
(I thought it was a funny interpretation! It could go either way, lol! Who knows what kind of vulture Sora is?)
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
CHAPTER TWO
THE VULTURE’S TREASURE
(welcome to the next level, I’ll allow you to free roam in the tavern and discuss the last before we get this show on the move)
she / they
Chain wakes up with a start, almost flinging himself off the bed in process. It takes him a second to remember where he is, and he begrudgingly stands up, carefully gathers the caltrops back into the bag where they belong, and heads to the main area to have some breakfast and wait for the rest of his impromptu group to join him. It's time to talk strategy.
Galqarin awakes feeling more alive than he has ever felt before, as if his limbs are infused with a new vigour. He rolls out from underneath the bed to see the vestige of the night overtaken by the new dawn.
Mister Joe had called them a "band of brothers". For the first time ever, Galqarin feels a sense of belonging.
Galqarin waits patiently until he hears the scrape of a door and heavy boots on wood outside, before heading to the taproom to join Chain in breaking his fast.
Mislaia wakes up after hearing boots outside and a bugbear. " Gods, there's never enough time to sleep. " Mislaia says before heading to the taproom to join the others
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
Vishaal, like the others, will head down to the bar for breakfast. He awaits the arrival of the others.
"How head?", beams Galqarin, slapping Chain soundly on the back. "And me thinking Mislaia not morning person. Some porridge fix you".
"My head is fine. Did you get anything useful out of that Joe guy?" Chain asks, trying not to fall out of the chair from the force of the slaps.
"Mister Joe think we'd be fatter, or giant maybe. He say fog come, then Wailing Warrior come. Mislaia has rune stone from Mister Joe. We should no eat fog. Or golden vultures. But especially no eat fog. Not frog, fog."
On balance, Galqarin is unsure about the whole frog/fog thing. He privately resolves to be wary of either.