Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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Chesterfield will go and give the other two a stab each just to make sure they don't get back up. Once he is fully confident that he is safe, for the moment, he will inspect the bodies and the cart to see if there are any valuables which might be of use to him. Perception: 17
Kina laughs a bit.
"It's.... not... quite the 'deer' part that's funny to me." she says, then clops to one side, showing the thickness of her flanks. She's not a racer, she's a draft, significantly bigger and thicker than her sisters.
"If I had the grace of a deer, I'd be running the valleys with my herd, but I'm more of a plow-puller than a prancer." she says, but her mind returns to the matter at hand.
"So you attempted to reason with them, too. I almost got through to one of them, but he died as I tried to pull him out of his bewitchment. I just don't understand what makes us so special to be kidnapped en masse at the same time... why not just kidnap one at a time? Why all at once?" she wonders aloud.
She shivers a bit and tosses her night shirt over her head.
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
"I don't think I'm that special, I think I probably just crossed the wrong person at some point and and they decided payback was in order and the cult was a convenient tool. Not that I'm in the habit of crossing people, but you can't please all the people all the time." **shrugs** "Maybe someone didn't like that I won a hunting competition over them...."
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Kina takes out the list of names again.
"I'm not so sure. Back in the Shire, a simple server went missing, and her name is on the list. What could a poor serving girl have possibly done? There's more to this. They knew exactly where we were, that we'd be alone or vulnerable, and when..." she says, then motions with her chin towards the tied-up man.
"I take it you've already tried getting any information out of him?" she asks.
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
"Although I doubt your up to it, I'm gonna have ta lock ya up in the cellar for tonight so you can't escape," He tells the two. With that he moves the men to the root cellar where he found the veggies. He stacks whatever miscellaneous items he can find in front of the door to create a bit of an alarm should they try to recapture him. He'll then attempt to get a nights rest.
**This Space for Rent**
Wil looks over at the captive. “Not really, he was in no condition to talk after he and his two companions forced me to deal with them. Have at it if you want to have a talk with him, though here amongst the house might not be the best place if he does in fact have friends here. Right now Bethann and Arn think I’m transporting a prosioner to work the Undercity Mines, I’d just as soon keep them believing that for now as I think the less they know the safer they are.”
Wil looks around for some empty grain bags, “I have an idea for securing our friend so we can get a decent night’s sleep.”
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Chesterfield:
You carefully search all three bodies and find nothing other than the scimitar each wielded. In the back of the cart you find a couple of canvas tarps, several lengths of rope, and a small simple wooden chest. Carefully examining the chest, no lock or other device seems evidence and the top lifts easily on the tip of your dagger. Inside, you find 3 masks made of hardened leather and painted to resemble a sunburst, crescent moon and full moon, respectively. Beneath these are the robes you remember the men wearing when this whole matter began. The only other items you find in the chest are three weighted leather sheaths (a.k.a. blackjacks). Inside each of the masks you find scraps of folded parchment.
Barnabus:
Once you have the two men secured in the basement, you find a spot near the fire to ward off the night's chill. More exhausted than you realized, it seems like but a moment but next time your eyes open it is an hour or so into morning. The fire is but a few dying embers, but the backs of your legs seem to be warmer than the rest of you. At your first movement, however, a stirring behind you combined with an irritated chittering brings you fully awake as you see the raccoon running for the front door again.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Chesterfield:
Each mask had a two pieces of parchment, each pair a duplicate of the others. The first piece is a crude map that you do not recognize directly, showing what appears to be a gap in a large mountain chain. Looking north, could it be depicting the Lands End mountains? A day's journey or so along them to the west you can see a gap in the chain, and it was in that general direction the wagon was heading. The second piece has a list of almost a score of names, almost the first half of them have been lined out. The last of those is yours. Near the top of the list is another you recognize, Lincoln Shadowstep, the footpad you met when you first arrived in Klaytowne. You survey the surrounding landscape, but see only scrub around you. From what you have heard of the landscape, small farming or logging clusters dot the countryside. Following the track you are on will like find one or the other at least by nightfall, if not before. Once the bodies are loaded and the fire lit, the ox, smelling the smoke, takes off down the road (with or without the wagon, depending on if you turned it loose first).
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
OOC: Wonderful point, the ox is set free before the fire starts.
Chesterfield will make his way in the direction he thinks will lead him to civilization fastest. Before he takes off he makes sure to put on his armor and gear properly and will walk with an arrow in one hand and his bow in the other, on high alert.
Cade gives the family a nod of acceptance and finishes his meal. When he is done he gathers up his gear and smiles at the family. "I will not bring evil unto your home." Cade informs them, gripping the chunk of wood around his neck. "I will take my leave, so those who tried to capture me don't come here looking for me, if this woman you know is working with them." He moves to the door. "I am use to living in the woods and outdoors, so it is no hardship to sleep outdoors the night." He gives them a final smile. "I do thank you for the meal, and ask that you be careful with these 'One' servants. They are not likely to want to be discovered." With that he takes his leave, the wagon and ox left behind as he heads onward.
Kina nods her agreement with Wil.
"Yes, let's not put the family in any danger." she says, then pulls out her cape. It's sized for a centaur, so it's as large as a bedsheet for a queen sized bed.
"If you were thinking of binding him up in something, we could use this." she suggests.
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Chesterfield:
"It's been at least an hour or so that we traveled without seeing anything from that direction, and no branches in the track either, may as well try ahead and see what happens," you think to yourself as you set off at a quick, but maintainable pace on down the road. Judging by the lack of rutting, this track doesn't see a lot of traffic. An hour or so later, as you top one rise, the land ahead takes on the more cultivated look of pastures instead of scrub.
Cade:
Rolf walks out with you. "We don't blame you for this, and you are more than welcomed to spend the night, as we have a spare bed in the loft inside, but we'll understand also if you must be away."
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
"Bah! Go on, git ya rodent, before I make a hat out o' ya!" Squawks a startled Barnabus before chuckling at the comedic nature of the situation. Barnabus rises and after some stretching, scratching, and yawning, goes to check on his prisoners.
**This Space for Rent**
Barnabus:
The boxes are still on the trap door to the root cellar, so looks like they stayed put for the night. Moving everything aside, you open the door to see a pair of faces looking up at you, still bound, seemingly patiently waiting for the day to start.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
"Well boys, are we ready for a bit of Work and a walk today!? Not much grub around so lets just skip breakfast and crack on. First thing first, lets get your friend a proper burial or send him off in what ever manner you deem fit since you knew him better than I. Now I don't want to have to send you along to your friend so lets all be on our best behavior shall we?"
If no formal digging tools can be found Barnabus will watch over the men while they dig a shallow grave by hand, place the body, and cover it with rocks or gather wood for a pyre. During this time Barnabus will also see if there is a well or water source near by. Once the funeral has been completed, water replenished, if possible, the trio will set course again for Mooresedge.
OCC: you may have noticed that Barnabus doesn't really talk to them or ask questions. I only want to clarify that this is my way of playing to his intelligence and wisdom scores. Barnabus only really sees what's in front of him. He doesn't ask a lot of questions and isn't much for puzzling things out. Right now he only sees the task of delivering these men to the authorities. If there is any information you would like him to know it may require you to lay it out a bit because he won't ask. I just wanted to clarify this so I don't frustrate any plans you may have.
**This Space for Rent**
"I won't risk your family that way." Cade says with a shake of his head. "Let everyone see me walk from your home, and out along the road, away from here. that should take any danger away from your family."
Barnabus:
The men follow instructions quietly, and you find a couple of short lengths of boards in the barn that would do for minor digging. They set to work obediently, if a bit slowly, their body language indicating they are still not up for anything strenuous after the beating given to them. While the dig, you take a look down the well and are relieved to see that it has not dried up. A short time later, the deceased laid to rest and waterskins topped off, you set off towards the west and Mooredge.
OOC: You are all good, kind sir! The hands of fate have many helpers when the need arises.
Cade:
"Thank you kind sir," he replies. "We appreciate your concern for us, and we will wish you the speed of the gods and their guidance to keep you safe on your journey." With a nod and a wave, he turns back into the house and closes the door. The sun has fully set, but the sky is clear and there is enough light to dimly light your way.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Kina and Wilhorn:
As if at the mention of his existence, a soft pained moan arises from the man in the wagon, though no movement can be seen.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Cade walks out of the farm community, down the road, heading in the direction the map was leading. He would travel for a bit, then look for a place to set up a camp, where he can be out of sight of the road and not as easy to find if possible.