Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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Cade:
You follow the track north away from the farms, and take the eastern fork over the next rise. Looking into the distance you see the southern tip of a forest maybe two hours off. As you start down into the next dell, there is a small copse at the bottom that would likely also provide good shelter.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
"Ah, our friend is stirring. Kina would you mind stepping out of his line of sight for now? No need to be quiet though, other than talking of course, since he'll probably take you for a horse.... as long as he doesn't see you." Wil says with a smile. "As far as he knows, it's just him and me and last he knew I had no idea why they captured me. I'd prefer to not tip our hand too early."
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
His training subconsciously takes over and Barnabus sets a soldier's pace. His mind drifts to the names on the list. He tries to make some sense of it all but can't seem to put the puzzle together. Abandoning this line of thinking for thoughts of a warm hearth and good food seems a much better use of his time as the trio continue the trek to Moorsedge.
**This Space for Rent**
Kina nods her head, and backs up, clip-clopping idly about. She keeps her ears on what's going on, putting her cape around herself while she waits to see how Wil handled the situation. She's unsure if perhaps she was too merciful or had the wrong impression about what the cloaked ones actually are. She nickers, able to produce the same sounds as a horse as she paces out of sight of the captive.
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
In a last minute flash of inspiration, Wil dons one of the masks, before taking the hood off the captive to asses his current state and also to look at his wounds.
Investigation: 16 (rolling investigation instead of medicine as he's not trying to treat any wounds only see their state and the general state of the captive)
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Cade moves to the small copse of trees and finds a place inside it to settle down for the night. He makes some attempt to hide his campsight from casual observers.
Survival: 18
Barnabus:
You have been making pretty good time, but by mid-afternoon your two 'friends' are definitely showing signs of slowing down, needing more and more prodding just to keep going. You wonder if it is merely a ploy, or just the aftermath of what they have been through. Those thoughts are effectively put to rest as one collapses, coughing up blood. The second is still standing, but looking quite pale. Scanning your surroundings, you think you have another two or three hours travel to Moorsedge if you can maintain pace. (OOC: you remember the approximate location of the town as you passed through it heading east to enlist.)
Wilhorn:
You don one of the masks and pull the hood off of the captive and see his eyes are still closed as another soft moan escapes his lips. You do not feel like it is a ruse, but are not certain if his injuries are worsening, or he is just recovering slowly.
Cade:
You find a suitable area near the center of the stand of trees, and with several fallen branches that you carefully arrange as a blind between you and the road, you settle in for a rest. The remainder of the night passes quietly. So quietly, in fact, that when you first crack your eyes just after dawn, you see a squirrel staring at you from just a few feet away. He quickly retreats up a tree chittering at you as you begin to stir.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Wil replaces the hood, takes of his mask and shares his observations with Kina. "What do you think?"
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Kina leans in and whispers.
"The ones I encountered all seemed... distressingly fragile, as if they had traveled practically by foot all the way to their destinations and were already half-dead by the time they attacked. They also didn't seem capable of much strategy. Even if it is a ruse, if he attempts to escape, he'll never outrun me... but my instincts are telling me that he's already on borrowed time" she says.
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
“Alright then, let’s see if he makes it through the night. I think we’re relatively safe here so I think we can afford both of us sleeping at the same time. I’ll be up in the loft.”
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
" Alright, alright, I guess we can stop for a bit. We've only ot a couple hours to go. We'll wait a couple hours and you can ride the ox into town.
Barnabus checks bonds then ties the two men together. Once everybody is rested he'll keep his word and put the men on the ox with the smelly one and head into town well aware it will be after dark when they get there.
**This Space for Rent**
Barnabus:
Some rest and water later, your prisoners perk up a bit, but still do not look up to giving you any issues. Tied atop the ox, you start off again. Just as the sun begins to set, you see trails of chimney smoke from not far off. "Not far now," you think to yourself. Maybe an hour or so later, you find yourself approaching the first buildings. The only activity visible is a little further along, where you remember the local inn being located. Your approach has been noted as you are soon approached by a pair of men in the uniform of the local watch. "Hail, traveler, what brings you to Moorsedge, and what be the purpose of those men on the ox?"
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Even so, Kina decides that she'll sleep leaning next to the man, her arms propped up on the wagon. If he moves about or slumps over, she'll feel it, and she's as light a sleeper as any horse. That is to say, complete relaxation is rare for her. She feels guilty about just letting the man suffer, so it takes her a while to feel sleepy. She just watches his form for a while, listening intently to his breathing. She's aware that his fragility could be a ruse, but she's not willing to risk the family's safety to satisfy her curiosity.
So she waits.
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
"Hail and well met good men! I am Barnabus Ironheel, a corpral in the guard. I just completed a tour in the borderlands and was on my way to Port Wolcott when I was waylayed by these three. When I regained my senses I showed them the error of their choice. I once hailed from Undercity and was fortunate enough to recognize the local landmarks to guide us here. I did my best to keep them alive so justice could be served but unfortunately one succumbed to his wounds. These other two could use a clerics attention but they'll live I believe. And we could all do with a spot of food. I'd leave them with you if that would be okay?"
**This Space for Rent**
Kina and Wilhorn:
Wil heads up to the loft and finds a soft place to lay down for the night. Kina extinguishes the lamp and settles in next to the wagon. The side is a little high for her to comfortably reach on to maintain contact with the prisoner, so she settles in next to the rear wheel, figuring any movement in the bed would translate through to her. A little fluffing of the straw stuffed grain sack pillow and she finds a comfortable position to try and get some rest. The night passes without incident, and so does the man in the wagon.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Barnabus:
"Well met, Corporal. Those are serious charges you are levelling, but we can definitely see that all of your are properly attended." A sergeant by the insignia, he turns towards his companion and with a nod, sends the man off to retrieve a healer. "I have no reason to doubt your story, but I will need to ask you to stay in town for a couple of days so we can verify you identity. We'll send a runner at dawn to Undercity. Anyone in particular there they should ask for? Parents, trainer, recruiter?"
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Barnabus snaps to attention as soon as he recognizes rhe soldiers rank. "Sergeant! My father is a well known smith and I had a sergeant by the name of Graveltounge, he may have retired there. But truly the guard there should know of me. The men had these masks and robes in their possesion. I don't recognize them but perhaps you will. Sergeant!
Barnabus pulls out the masks to show the sergeant.
"Of course I'd be willing to stay till this is all cleared up. I hadn't planned on going home but seeing how I'm this close I'll probably head there in a couple days. Sergeant! If it would be possible I'd request a bunk in the barracks. If not I'll spend my time at the inn."
**This Space for Rent**
Bartholomew runs back into the bushes and hides. Stealth check: 17
Bartholomew Gale- LVL 3 Bard (Northlands Campaign)
DM- Disney Campaign
When Kina wakes up the next morning, she checks the man after she realizes he's stopped breathing, and lowers her head. Death still doesn't come easily to her, so she puts the man in a dignified resting position, hands on the chest.
She touches her forehead to his with a deep, sorrowful sigh.
"I'm sorry it had to come to this." she whispers. "May you be at peace."
She gets up and digs into her saddlebags to find a clean hand towel, and she places it over his face.
She knocks on the ladder to the loft, waking Wil.
"He passed in the night." she says, then moves to her 'bed' to get herself dressed for the day, including the utter ordeal of getting herself squeezed back into her running harness just right, muttering into her cleavage.
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Cade casts speak with animals and glances up to the squirrel. "Hello my friend." He says in a soothing way. "Have you seen any humans around this area in the last few hours?" He doesn't expect the squirrel to understand all of it, but tries to make it clear he wants to know if anyone has been near the copse of trees in the last little bit.