Quinnil nods, "We can go in pairs, split up and cover more ground that way. I'll head towards the west, get the people in the greatest of danger." He awaits another person to join him before stepping out into the blanket of rain cascading down from the night sky.
(OCC: I'm going to wait for more people to post, at least two, before I post a reply as to cover more ground. I'll be on this evening till about 10 mountain time)
Quinnil nods, "I'll take you (Marcus) with me. I'll let you guys figure out the rest." He beckons to Marcus to follow before stepping out into the night. The tarp over the door flaps wildly, the torrent of rain soaking into the wooden floor. The flames in the hearth begin to dance wildly as fresh air meets the flame.
Marcus:
Following Quinnil out into the night, you follow him to the west. Your feet sink into the mud with each step, a chill washing over you as your face is battered with rain. You near the first house a few minutes after stepping out, guided by Quinnil's latern.
"Hmmm," Senenir says conflicted. He turns to Strafe and says, "I go with him," pointing his finger at Nadariel, "You go with him," pointing his finger at Jinara. Senenir turns back to Nadariel with a look of resolution on his face, "I follow you," he says determinedly.
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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.”
You see a light coming from the upstairs, casting a degree of illumination upon a fallen tree. Quinnil looks to you before he picks the door's lock, "Hello! Its Quinnil, we're coming." Quinnil steps inside, cutting through a small living room and kitchen to a narrow stairway. Water trickles down the steps, pooling at the landing. He trudges up.
There is a moment of pause before you hear someone shout in reply, "We're in here. We've got a few bumps and bruises, and the children are a little shaken, but otherwise we're fine." The voice seems to be coming from a female. As you reach the top of the stairs, you see the tree blocking a hall, having cleaved through the house. Behind it you see the outline of a female huddled over two small children. She glances up, "The branches are too thick for us to climb through." Quinnil studies the tree.
As each group departs from the tavern, they branch off to go each way. Their path being illuminated by flashes of lightning, the earth seeming to tremble with each clap of thunder.
Senenir:
After a few hundred feet you come across a series of single story houses clustered together. Some have the doors thrown open and are dark within, while others have the door shut. Rain chatters as it bounces off the plate windows, a gust of wind brushing your face with a mist of water.
Marcus:
Quinnil side steps as you begin to hack at the tree. Your blade finds easy purchase in the dead branches, slicing through it. The woman taps her children once you are done swinging, "Crawl towards Quinnil, he'll protect you...Thank you, sir." She looks to your eyes, her pale blue eyes meeting yours. She has honey blonde hair which hangs loosely down to her petite frame. Quinnil kneels, offering a hand to the two children.
Lia moves to join the others as they pair up to head out into the storm. If her owl is able to get airborn, she will listen in on what it finds, otherwise she will join someone else who is heading out.
Your owl struggles to get airborne in the turbulent wind and quickly tires as it makes a quick loop around the village. It comes back and lands on your arm, hooting, its feathers ruffled. You can either join Quinnil and Marcus, Jinara and Strafe, or Nadariel and Senenir.
Marcus:
The woman blushes some as you help her over, part of her white dress with blue trim is torn. She brushes back her hair behind her knife shaped ears, "Thank you again. I'll take them towards the inn. Hopefully we'll be safer there." Quinne nods, ruffling the young boy's hair after setting him down.
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Quinnil nods, "We can go in pairs, split up and cover more ground that way. I'll head towards the west, get the people in the greatest of danger." He awaits another person to join him before stepping out into the blanket of rain cascading down from the night sky.
(OCC: I'm going to wait for more people to post, at least two, before I post a reply as to cover more ground. I'll be on this evening till about 10 mountain time)
Marcus jumps off of his stool. “I’ll come! You might need some muscle in case anyone is trapped.” He flexes his arm as if to prove a point.
Gilgin Hardhammer - Mountain Dwarf Cleric (Forge Domain) - Icewind Dale
Petal - Forest Gnome Druid (Circle of the Land - Forest) - Unsung Heroes of Embera
"Me good at finding things. I come too!" Senenir says following the music man.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Quinnil nods, "I'll take you (Marcus) with me. I'll let you guys figure out the rest." He beckons to Marcus to follow before stepping out into the night. The tarp over the door flaps wildly, the torrent of rain soaking into the wooden floor. The flames in the hearth begin to dance wildly as fresh air meets the flame.
Marcus:
Following Quinnil out into the night, you follow him to the west. Your feet sink into the mud with each step, a chill washing over you as your face is battered with rain. You near the first house a few minutes after stepping out, guided by Quinnil's latern.
Nadariel pulls his heavy leather hood over his head and looks at the halforc: „Do you want to check the houses to the north?“
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]"Hmmm," Senenir says conflicted. He turns to Strafe and says, "I go with him," pointing his finger at Nadariel, "You go with him," pointing his finger at Jinara. Senenir turns back to Nadariel with a look of resolution on his face, "I follow you," he says determinedly.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Marcus gestures towards Lia, “How about her, might be nice to have a spellcaster with us.”
Upon reaching the house, Marcus runs ahead looking for anyone who might need his help.
Perception 22
Gilgin Hardhammer - Mountain Dwarf Cleric (Forge Domain) - Icewind Dale
Petal - Forest Gnome Druid (Circle of the Land - Forest) - Unsung Heroes of Embera
(before stepping out Quinnil nods)
Marcus:
You see a light coming from the upstairs, casting a degree of illumination upon a fallen tree. Quinnil looks to you before he picks the door's lock, "Hello! Its Quinnil, we're coming." Quinnil steps inside, cutting through a small living room and kitchen to a narrow stairway. Water trickles down the steps, pooling at the landing. He trudges up.
Trudging up behind Quinnil, Marcus yells. “Stay calm up there, you are being rescued! Are you injured at all?”
Gilgin Hardhammer - Mountain Dwarf Cleric (Forge Domain) - Icewind Dale
Petal - Forest Gnome Druid (Circle of the Land - Forest) - Unsung Heroes of Embera
Jinara follows Strafe
(had a family photo shoot this afternoon that kept me away from my phone)
(Which way do you guys go?)
Marcus:
There is a moment of pause before you hear someone shout in reply, "We're in here. We've got a few bumps and bruises, and the children are a little shaken, but otherwise we're fine." The voice seems to be coming from a female. As you reach the top of the stairs, you see the tree blocking a hall, having cleaved through the house. Behind it you see the outline of a female huddled over two small children. She glances up, "The branches are too thick for us to climb through." Quinnil studies the tree.
I would say east, but Strafe can make that call. I will say that Jinara came up from the cellar seeing people being to exit the tavern.
Marcus pulls out his great sword, hacking away at the branches. Attack: 12 Damage: 11
Gilgin Hardhammer - Mountain Dwarf Cleric (Forge Domain) - Icewind Dale
Petal - Forest Gnome Druid (Circle of the Land - Forest) - Unsung Heroes of Embera
Nadariel and Senenir are going north to check houses.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
As each group departs from the tavern, they branch off to go each way. Their path being illuminated by flashes of lightning, the earth seeming to tremble with each clap of thunder.
Senenir:
After a few hundred feet you come across a series of single story houses clustered together. Some have the doors thrown open and are dark within, while others have the door shut. Rain chatters as it bounces off the plate windows, a gust of wind brushing your face with a mist of water.
Marcus:
Quinnil side steps as you begin to hack at the tree. Your blade finds easy purchase in the dead branches, slicing through it. The woman taps her children once you are done swinging, "Crawl towards Quinnil, he'll protect you...Thank you, sir." She looks to your eyes, her pale blue eyes meeting yours. She has honey blonde hair which hangs loosely down to her petite frame. Quinnil kneels, offering a hand to the two children.
Marcus helps the kids over the trunk before holding his hand out to the woman, “Come on, take my hand. We’ll get you out of here!”
Gilgin Hardhammer - Mountain Dwarf Cleric (Forge Domain) - Icewind Dale
Petal - Forest Gnome Druid (Circle of the Land - Forest) - Unsung Heroes of Embera
Owl acrobatics: 16
Lia moves to join the others as they pair up to head out into the storm. If her owl is able to get airborn, she will listen in on what it finds, otherwise she will join someone else who is heading out.
Seeing Lia exit with her owl, Jinara will waive her over “come with us!”
Lia:
Your owl struggles to get airborne in the turbulent wind and quickly tires as it makes a quick loop around the village. It comes back and lands on your arm, hooting, its feathers ruffled. You can either join Quinnil and Marcus, Jinara and Strafe, or Nadariel and Senenir.
Marcus:
The woman blushes some as you help her over, part of her white dress with blue trim is torn. She brushes back her hair behind her knife shaped ears, "Thank you again. I'll take them towards the inn. Hopefully we'll be safer there." Quinne nods, ruffling the young boy's hair after setting him down.