A howl issues forth from near the pig pen. As Ferelyon dashes out the back of the cottage, there is a loud scuffling and the sound of a paw-fall, as whatever was out there runs from the wolf.
Any that follow Ferelyon outside find a number of fragments of clothing near the pig pen; it looks like the remnants of a torn blue tunic that likely belonged to an adolescent, rather than a grown man. There is a mixture of pawprints and footprints in the mud behind the pen, they appear to both come and go from the wooded area to the west.
"Looks like the Baron's son already found us... It may be worth pursuing him now even if it dark out. We may not have a better chance in finding the boy," says Dormark.
Dadeveth stirs, a light sleeper at the best of times, even more so in this strange land that reminds her so much of her family home. She stays on the blanket she had laid out as a sleeping pad and looks around, waiting to learn more before moving. Hearing the living machine speak from outside, she frowns. "Are we looking to seek him out, or do we finish our rest here first?"
Dallid watches Ferelyon's behavior and interprets. "I don't think our visitor was alone. I am in favor of seeking them out. If it is the boy - and it might not be- then he may need help."
Dallid watches Ferelyon's behavior and interprets. "I don't think our visitor was alone. I am in favor of seeking them out. If it is the boy - and it might not be- then he may need help."
"I see well at night", offers Galqarin. "Maybe beast-boy less afraid of another beast", he adds jocularly, offering a hairy limb for inspection.
Sandu's eyes swiveled around to blankly stare at those suggesting what he heard them suggesting. 'You want to go out? At night, in the dark, chasing some animal in unfamiliar territory?'
He would have laughed had he not been overtaken by the stronger feeling of dread. 'Yeah, sure, knock yourself out. But I'm not leaving these walls.'
Sandu put action to words and positioned himself more central in the room from where he could have a good oversight of his surroundings. He struggled with the idea of also recalling the armour inside and have it permanently next to him for protection.
"I have to agree." Dadeveth says, moving up to the door and looking out. "If there are more with the boy, then it could easily be a pack of his kind, which we would be better off not facing in the dark. Especially when we are all still tired from a day's travel. Let's rest this night and see what tracks there are in the morning, maybe we can follow them and find the boy that way. otherwise, maybe the boy is interested in us, and we can see if he returns tomorrow night."
"Alright, if that is what you think," says Dormark returning to the cabin.
As he thinks a bit as he closes the door to the cabin he turns to the group and says, "I have something I need to say to you all, if you be willing to listen." Dormark never changing visage remains the same, but the tone of his words seems to say what he was about to say was of a serious matter.
"How many of you are familar with the old Dwarven story of the creation of dwarves," asks the Warforge.
"How many of you are familar with the old Dwarven story of the creation of dwarves," asks the Warforge.
Sandu, having tried to get comfortable again on the floor to get some sleep after the scare of the past couple of minutes, propped himself up on his elbows.
'Odd topic to mention.' He replied a bit quizzically. He was curious as to why Dormark brought it up. 'Weren't they hewn from stone and given life by Moradin or something?'
"I too would like to know how this has anything to do with our current situation." Dadeveth says with a frown, settling back onto the pile of blankets she uses for a bed. "For answer, I have not heard this story myself either..."
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Cerio leaps to his feet, blades drawn! He runs out after Dallid.
Galqarin had curled up and gone to sleep almost straight away, the thought of why the Abbot could not cure the werewolves preying on his mind.
Night - Day 7 - Midnight Shenanigans
A howl issues forth from near the pig pen. As Ferelyon dashes out the back of the cottage, there is a loud scuffling and the sound of a paw-fall, as whatever was out there runs from the wolf.
Ferelyon - Please make a Perception check.
Any that follow Ferelyon outside find a number of fragments of clothing near the pig pen; it looks like the remnants of a torn blue tunic that likely belonged to an adolescent, rather than a grown man. There is a mixture of pawprints and footprints in the mud behind the pen, they appear to both come and go from the wooded area to the west.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
"Looks like the Baron's son already found us... It may be worth pursuing him now even if it dark out. We may not have a better chance in finding the boy," says Dormark.
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
(Has there been sufficient commotion to wake Galqarin?)
Ferelyon perception 19
Paladin - warforged - orange
'Who's out there?' Sandu called out from within the doorframe, still not courageous enough to step outside the cottage. 'What's going on?'
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Galqarin jerks awake at the sound of Sandu's voice. "What's going on?", he whispers urgently, clutching his staff and peering out into the dim light.
"Like I said, I think the baron's son may have visited us, " says Dormark from outside.
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
Dadeveth stirs, a light sleeper at the best of times, even more so in this strange land that reminds her so much of her family home. She stays on the blanket she had laid out as a sleeping pad and looks around, waiting to learn more before moving. Hearing the living machine speak from outside, she frowns. "Are we looking to seek him out, or do we finish our rest here first?"
Ferelyon's Perception check:
Ferelyon's nose moves from the ground to point to the woods to the west. It would appear he has picked up the scent of the mystery visitor.
However, the wolf picks up additional smells in the wind. Pack? He looks back and forth between the woods and Dallid, uncertain as to how to proceed.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Dallid watches Ferelyon's behavior and interprets. "I don't think our visitor was alone. I am in favor of seeking them out. If it is the boy - and it might not be- then he may need help."
Paladin - warforged - orange
"I see well at night", offers Galqarin. "Maybe beast-boy less afraid of another beast", he adds jocularly, offering a hairy limb for inspection.
Sandu's eyes swiveled around to blankly stare at those suggesting what he heard them suggesting. 'You want to go out? At night, in the dark, chasing some animal in unfamiliar territory?'
He would have laughed had he not been overtaken by the stronger feeling of dread. 'Yeah, sure, knock yourself out. But I'm not leaving these walls.'
Sandu put action to words and positioned himself more central in the room from where he could have a good oversight of his surroundings. He struggled with the idea of also recalling the armour inside and have it permanently next to him for protection.
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"I have to agree." Dadeveth says, moving up to the door and looking out. "If there are more with the boy, then it could easily be a pack of his kind, which we would be better off not facing in the dark. Especially when we are all still tired from a day's travel. Let's rest this night and see what tracks there are in the morning, maybe we can follow them and find the boy that way. otherwise, maybe the boy is interested in us, and we can see if he returns tomorrow night."
"Alright, if that is what you think," says Dormark returning to the cabin.
As he thinks a bit as he closes the door to the cabin he turns to the group and says, "I have something I need to say to you all, if you be willing to listen." Dormark never changing visage remains the same, but the tone of his words seems to say what he was about to say was of a serious matter.
"How many of you are familar with the old Dwarven story of the creation of dwarves," asks the Warforge.
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
Dallid reins Ferelyon in, but both appear unhappy. Dallid listens to Dormark, but his eyes are on Ferelyon, and Ferelyon's eyes are looking out
Paladin - warforged - orange
> "How many of you are familar with the old Dwarven story of the creation of dwarves," asks the Warforge.
Galfaen shakes his head.
Sandu, having tried to get comfortable again on the floor to get some sleep after the scare of the past couple of minutes, propped himself up on his elbows.
'Odd topic to mention.' He replied a bit quizzically. He was curious as to why Dormark brought it up. 'Weren't they hewn from stone and given life by Moradin or something?'
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"I too would like to know how this has anything to do with our current situation." Dadeveth says with a frown, settling back onto the pile of blankets she uses for a bed. "For answer, I have not heard this story myself either..."