The elf looks to Senenir and then to Nadariel, "Fine, I'll do it." He extends his wrists to be unbound, "I'll need my spellbook back." The elf has a lean face, gaunt in appearance, his bronze hair pulled back and soiled from the mud.
Marcus wastes no time in getting the civilians to safety in the cellars. He seems concerned as he asks Qilline “The other groups, they have not returned? We should head out to find them, and see if there are any more survivors before we rescue this poor child’s family.”
As soon as the elf is cut loose, Senenir will position himself right behind the elf with his dagger pressed to the elf's throat. "No funny biznus" Senenir grunts to the elf.
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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.”
“Let’s move as quick as you can. Once we are outside, we can address her leg” Jinara says to old man. Jinara will work to prevent any debris or rubble from hitting either person but the woman first priority.
„While you do the spell, let me explain to you how this will work, once the spell is done, you will give me your cloak, your spellbook and any insignia or jewellery that could be used to identify you. You then turn away from the village and run as fast and as far as you can. My little fiery friend here will make sure you keep on running. After around an hour he will disapear and you are free to go from there.“ ,Nadariel points at his wildfire spirit while explaining.
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Senenir/Nadariel:
The elf is telling the truth from what you discern, once he stands up he holds out his hand to take his spell book. He sucks in a quick deep breath before Senenir places his blade to his throat. He flips through his spell book before he begins chanting, his eyes taking a silver glow to them. A few minutes pass before the tornado begins to turn back, heading back the way it came before exiting the town. Once he finishes chanting, he lets out a sigh and takes a deep breath, "It is done." He dropped his cloak into the mud and took off his few pieces of jewelry.
Lia/Marcus:
Quinnil shakes his head, "I haven't seen them if they had returned. I know one group went to the north, while the other seemed to head to the west." Through the thick pitch of the night and pouring rain, flames can be seen dancing to the north. The tornado seems to turn back, pulling back the way it came.
Jinara:
Make a constitution check. You feel the air growing thicker and burning at your throat, the heat becoming unbearable as you near the flames. The fire pops and flickers, dancing as it spreads to some straw strewn across the unswept floor. Villager con check: 7
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Senenir removes his blade from the elf's throat and asks the elf about the tracks "People went east," he says holding up 5 fingers, "do you know them?" He then looks to Nadariel for guidance on what to do next and takes a closer look at the tracks to see if he can determine how old they are.
Survival: 23
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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 freezes for a second, "The spellbook is my source of power...I'd prefer not to part with it...I'll exchange information in order to keep it.." His face turning towards Nadariel, not paying much heed to Senenir's blade.
Lia/Marcus:
Quinnil frowns, "Odd that it is back tracking, most storms tend to move in one direction, not turn back." He peers towards it as the night sky once more is illuminated by lightning. The tornado bending and spinning, scooping and tossing debris once more.
Jinara:
Your mouth feels dry and you stumble back as you cough, your lungs filling with smoke. The villager stumbles some, hacking profusely as the smoke fills his own lungs. A few seconds pass before he is able to speak, "We'll need to find a different way out or make one." The house begins to shake and the fire flares upwards as the tornado begins to draw back through the village.
"That is precisely why you are leaveing your book behind. Can't have you starting another one if those tornados in the next village. We made a deal to let you go, but not with your most dangerous weapon!"
"Something must be controling it then." Lia says with a frown. "Not much to do about it from here though, hopefully the others are having better luck with it..."
The elf sighs, "I'll concede...And I'll be on my way." He tosses his spell book down into the mud before turning to begin heading west.
Lia:
The second floor of the story begins to shake and shutter before being scooped up and tossed through the air. The debris crashes down, thundering as some slams into a distant house. The rain patters down now onto the exposed floor, dripping and pooling as it slips between the boards. The tornado turns out of the village, slipping off into the night.
Nadariels Wildfire spirit will follow the elf and attack him if he returns to the village. (Should be around 45 minutes left on the spirit. No limit on the range as far as i can tell)
Nadariel will stuff everything in his backpack for now.
„Senenir, can you follow the tracks? I don‘t think those are friendly.“
Nadariel/Senenir:
The elf looks to Senenir and then to Nadariel, "Fine, I'll do it." He extends his wrists to be unbound, "I'll need my spellbook back." The elf has a lean face, gaunt in appearance, his bronze hair pulled back and soiled from the mud.
Senenir stares at the elf very hard trying to discern if the elf is doing any funny business...
Insight: 7
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Marcus wastes no time in getting the civilians to safety in the cellars. He seems concerned as he asks Qilline “The other groups, they have not returned? We should head out to find them, and see if there are any more survivors before we rescue this poor child’s family.”
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Nadariel will cut him loose and return the book. I will also watch him for any shady action. Insight 26
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]As soon as the elf is cut loose, Senenir will position himself right behind the elf with his dagger pressed to the elf's throat. "No funny biznus" Senenir grunts to the elf.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
“Let’s move as quick as you can. Once we are outside, we can address her leg” Jinara says to old man. Jinara will work to prevent any debris or rubble from hitting either person but the woman first priority.
Once those in the inn are in the basement, Lia moves back to the door outside. "Agreed, let's go and see what we can find of the others..."
„While you do the spell, let me explain to you how this will work, once the spell is done, you will give me your cloak, your spellbook and any insignia or jewellery that could be used to identify you. You then turn away from the village and run as fast and as far as you can. My little fiery friend here will make sure you keep on running. After around an hour he will disapear and you are free to go from there.“ ,Nadariel points at his wildfire spirit while explaining.
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]Senenir/Nadariel:
The elf is telling the truth from what you discern, once he stands up he holds out his hand to take his spell book. He sucks in a quick deep breath before Senenir places his blade to his throat. He flips through his spell book before he begins chanting, his eyes taking a silver glow to them. A few minutes pass before the tornado begins to turn back, heading back the way it came before exiting the town. Once he finishes chanting, he lets out a sigh and takes a deep breath, "It is done." He dropped his cloak into the mud and took off his few pieces of jewelry.
Lia/Marcus:
Quinnil shakes his head, "I haven't seen them if they had returned. I know one group went to the north, while the other seemed to head to the west." Through the thick pitch of the night and pouring rain, flames can be seen dancing to the north. The tornado seems to turn back, pulling back the way it came.
Jinara:
Make a constitution check. You feel the air growing thicker and burning at your throat, the heat becoming unbearable as you near the flames. The fire pops and flickers, dancing as it spreads to some straw strewn across the unswept floor. Villager con check: 7
Senenir removes his blade from the elf's throat and asks the elf about the tracks "People went east," he says holding up 5 fingers, "do you know them?" He then looks to Nadariel for guidance on what to do next and takes a closer look at the tracks to see if he can determine how old they are.
Survival: 23
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
"That tornado is coming back this way..." Lia says with a glance towards it. "Not sure how safe it is to go anywhere right now..."
„Don‘t forget the spell book...“ to my wildfire spirit i say: „Zar-Ptak follow this one, if he turns around and comes back to the village, burn him.“
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]Con check 21
Senenir/Nadariel:
The elf freezes for a second, "The spellbook is my source of power...I'd prefer not to part with it...I'll exchange information in order to keep it.." His face turning towards Nadariel, not paying much heed to Senenir's blade.
Lia/Marcus:
Quinnil frowns, "Odd that it is back tracking, most storms tend to move in one direction, not turn back." He peers towards it as the night sky once more is illuminated by lightning. The tornado bending and spinning, scooping and tossing debris once more.
Jinara:
Your mouth feels dry and you stumble back as you cough, your lungs filling with smoke. The villager stumbles some, hacking profusely as the smoke fills his own lungs. A few seconds pass before he is able to speak, "We'll need to find a different way out or make one." The house begins to shake and the fire flares upwards as the tornado begins to draw back through the village.
"Big words again. Egschange?" Senenir asks Nadariel confused.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
"That is precisely why you are leaveing your book behind. Can't have you starting another one if those tornados in the next village. We made a deal to let you go, but not with your most dangerous weapon!"
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]"Something must be controling it then." Lia says with a frown. "Not much to do about it from here though, hopefully the others are having better luck with it..."
Jinara looks frantically for a window or easier way out.
Nadariel/Senenir:
The elf sighs, "I'll concede...And I'll be on my way." He tosses his spell book down into the mud before turning to begin heading west.
Lia:
The second floor of the story begins to shake and shutter before being scooped up and tossed through the air. The debris crashes down, thundering as some slams into a distant house. The rain patters down now onto the exposed floor, dripping and pooling as it slips between the boards. The tornado turns out of the village, slipping off into the night.
Jinara:
You hear shouting from outside the house.
Nadariels Wildfire spirit will follow the elf and attack him if he returns to the village. (Should be around 45 minutes left on the spirit. No limit on the range as far as i can tell)
Nadariel will stuff everything in his backpack for now.
„Senenir, can you follow the tracks? I don‘t think those are friendly.“
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]