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Senenir grunts in response to the elf's departure, and following Nadariel's direction, he looks back at the tracks trying to follow them. He is also looking out to see if he can notice how old these particular tracks appear to be and what kind of people made these tracks.
Survival: 27
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
The elf departs west ward, into the woods. Senenir studies the tracks and can tell they are fresh, from within an hour. They appear to belong to five medium creatures moving south east. There are two that are a little more flat footed and step heavy, while the other three are a little more light in their step.
Marcus:
The tornado seemed to follow its path in and went off into the woods. Quinnil steps up, "Aye, but lets try to find the others. Who knows who did this or how many of them there might be." He strings a longbow and steps out of the cellar.
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Senenir is going to guide Nadariel along the tracks careful to stay quiet as they do. He also is going to try and guess the pace of the people that were traveling and whether there is a chance that they could catch up.
Survival: 17 Stealth: 27
(OOC: I am pretty sure the village is East of us (the direction of the tracks) because we came West originally)
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Grunyar:
The rumors were pretty vague at the Drunken Drake, but they led him south, to the village of Brasi. What had been fair travelling weather quickly became poor, then downright dangerous, but adventure is what the dwarven warrior was looking for, so he headed onwards, seasoned enough to know that soldiering was rarely comfortable. He did stop in his tracks at the edge of town, though, when a clearly unnatural funnel cloud touched down and headed towards the village.
"Those people might be in trouble", he thought, and he slogged through the muddy terrain, only managing to get to Brasi proper after the tornado had entered the town and, very strangely, headed back out on the same path it entered! His eyes were drawn to the devastation--houses with missing roofs, caved in by falling trees, even one on fire despite the pouring rain. Then he heard it: a loud cry for "Help" from inside the burning building! Yep, definitely in trouble.
As he sprints towards the burning building, Grunyar assesses the situation--where is the flame, where in the house are the voices coming from, and what would be the best route to get to the people needing help? He is willing to go through a window or even a weak spot in the wall if needed, but a door would likely be best unless the fire is blocking it.
Perception: 18
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
"Well at least it seems to be moving away now." Lia says as she watches the tornado for another few moments. Once sure it is headed away, she would head out to try to locate the others.
(So so sorry, been very busy in my personal and professional life)
Grunyar/Jinara:
Grunyar, you hear shouting from within the building. Taking to action, you see a side of the house that has been weathered by the elements and appears to be weakened and rotting. Rain coats you, mud sloshing as you walk through it. Jinara, you can see the figure of someone outside the hut.
Nadariel/Senenir:
You stalk through the rain, your breath forming a fog as you wind your way through the woods and back into the village. There seems to be a fire from one of the buildings, its glow faint through the rain and ebony darkness. You see the tracks leading to the manor upon the hill.
Lia/Marcus:
Quinnil looks out into the night, spotting the faint glow of a fire, "We should go check that out, perhaps the others are there.." He points to the north.
“Please! PLEASE! We need your help! One has a broken hip and the exit is blocked with fire” Jinara screams as he begins maneuvering the couple towards the window
Senenir grunts in response to the elf's departure, and following Nadariel's direction, he looks back at the tracks trying to follow them. He is also looking out to see if he can notice how old these particular tracks appear to be and what kind of people made these tracks.
Survival: 27
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
„A deal is a deal...“ Nadariel mutters.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Marcus runs outside, checking to see which direction the tornado is going before returning.
”If someone did conjure this weather, I think it’s time they tasted the edge of my sword.”
Gilgin Hardhammer - Mountain Dwarf Cleric (Forge Domain) - Icewind Dale
Petal - Forest Gnome Druid (Circle of the Land - Forest) - Unsung Heroes of Embera
Senenir/Nadariel:
The elf departs west ward, into the woods. Senenir studies the tracks and can tell they are fresh, from within an hour. They appear to belong to five medium creatures moving south east. There are two that are a little more flat footed and step heavy, while the other three are a little more light in their step.
Marcus:
The tornado seemed to follow its path in and went off into the woods. Quinnil steps up, "Aye, but lets try to find the others. Who knows who did this or how many of them there might be." He strings a longbow and steps out of the cellar.
Senenir relays that information to Nadariel and looks to him for guidance. "Do we follow?" he asks, "Or go back for others?"
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Which direction is the village, east? „Let‘s follow, ...carefully.“
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]“HELP! We are here in the house to the east!” Jinara shouts while frantically move debris trying to make a path for the older couple.
Lia moves with Marcus and her human friend, and heads out of the inn to find the others. "Let's go and see what we can find." She tells the two.
Marcus nods, following Lia. “Shall we head to the North or to the West then?”
Gilgin Hardhammer - Mountain Dwarf Cleric (Forge Domain) - Icewind Dale
Petal - Forest Gnome Druid (Circle of the Land - Forest) - Unsung Heroes of Embera
Senenir is going to guide Nadariel along the tracks careful to stay quiet as they do. He also is going to try and guess the pace of the people that were traveling and whether there is a chance that they could catch up.
Survival: 17
Stealth: 27
(OOC: I am pretty sure the village is East of us (the direction of the tracks) because we came West originally)
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Grunyar:
The rumors were pretty vague at the Drunken Drake, but they led him south, to the village of Brasi. What had been fair travelling weather quickly became poor, then downright dangerous, but adventure is what the dwarven warrior was looking for, so he headed onwards, seasoned enough to know that soldiering was rarely comfortable. He did stop in his tracks at the edge of town, though, when a clearly unnatural funnel cloud touched down and headed towards the village.
"Those people might be in trouble", he thought, and he slogged through the muddy terrain, only managing to get to Brasi proper after the tornado had entered the town and, very strangely, headed back out on the same path it entered! His eyes were drawn to the devastation--houses with missing roofs, caved in by falling trees, even one on fire despite the pouring rain. Then he heard it: a loud cry for "Help" from inside the burning building! Yep, definitely in trouble.
As he sprints towards the burning building, Grunyar assesses the situation--where is the flame, where in the house are the voices coming from, and what would be the best route to get to the people needing help? He is willing to go through a window or even a weak spot in the wall if needed, but a door would likely be best unless the fire is blocking it.
Perception: 18
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
"Well at least it seems to be moving away now." Lia says as she watches the tornado for another few moments. Once sure it is headed away, she would head out to try to locate the others.
(So so sorry, been very busy in my personal and professional life)
Grunyar/Jinara:
Grunyar, you hear shouting from within the building. Taking to action, you see a side of the house that has been weathered by the elements and appears to be weakened and rotting. Rain coats you, mud sloshing as you walk through it. Jinara, you can see the figure of someone outside the hut.
Nadariel/Senenir:
You stalk through the rain, your breath forming a fog as you wind your way through the woods and back into the village. There seems to be a fire from one of the buildings, its glow faint through the rain and ebony darkness. You see the tracks leading to the manor upon the hill.
Lia/Marcus:
Quinnil looks out into the night, spotting the faint glow of a fire, "We should go check that out, perhaps the others are there.." He points to the north.
Marcus nods in agreement. “Yes, maybe they have encountered the source of this ill weather.”
Gilgin Hardhammer - Mountain Dwarf Cleric (Forge Domain) - Icewind Dale
Petal - Forest Gnome Druid (Circle of the Land - Forest) - Unsung Heroes of Embera
“Please! PLEASE! We need your help! One has a broken hip and the exit is blocked with fire” Jinara screams as he begins maneuvering the couple towards the window
Hearing some shouting, Marcus starts to run towards the fire.
Gilgin Hardhammer - Mountain Dwarf Cleric (Forge Domain) - Icewind Dale
Petal - Forest Gnome Druid (Circle of the Land - Forest) - Unsung Heroes of Embera
"Me no like indoors so much," Senenir whispers to Nadariel, "Maybe we get others?"
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Lia follows after marcus. (Is it still windy out, or can her owl get aloft now?)
Grunyar:
"On my way" grunts Grunyar, getting a head of steam and plowing into (and hopefully through) the weak but unburned wall of the house.
Athletics: 13
If that is good enough to burst through, Grunyar moves to the injured person and prepares to carry her out.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
„I agree.“ Nadariel replies.
Can we see any of the others walking in the village, or hear them?
18 perception
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]